He talked of universe- as if he owned it,
The sun and the moon,
Bowed down to him,
Yet he spoke of it as if he adored it,
Just the mention of it would somehow stop him,
He painted roses in his blood,
For the universe looked the most beautiful in red
Cut open his own skin,
Just to dye them in color of death,
Nobody understood why,
What made him fall in love.
Who would have known?
The universe he spoke of was her
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Beautiful Paroxysm
RomansaWho will love you, as I do love you? Christian Bane will go through every limit, manipulate any circumstances to get what he wants. So what was breaking few bones and scaring few people? Especially if the sake is the woman he loves. (Book Three of B...
