loud poetry from a quiet girl
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
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from the ashes (she will rise) ➸ octaven
Raven shakes her head and turns back to Octavia, propping her elbows up on the table and giving the girl her full attention. "So what is it, tiny? You part of the dead parents club?" Octavia tenses, the water glass in her hand shakes and she quickly sets it back down. "Raven," Indra hisses, her fork clattering against...