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  • The Dark One
    12 6 2

    She is black. Black as night. Her wings are the darkest shade. Her blade is made of shadows. Her hair, her eyes, her everything is made of the night. She is Holy One. And she is the Dark One.

    Mature
  • Poems
    24 9 3

    This is just a book of poems that I write because. . . just because. Y'all don't need a reason. Mostly about depression, might be a few that's not. Probably mature because of the references to suicide.

    Completed