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A poem about an artist's unrequited love for a writer.

He originates from the god of terror himself, and has taken over after the death of Deimos. He does not hesitate to live up to his name, for he is colder than anyone has...

A poem of a dear friend of mine.

-I used to hear you say Words that were kinder than you But the kindest thing you said Was not to live for love But to love my life Because I can only Have it once-

I am not flirting. I am just being extra friendly to someone who is extra attractive.. - The Philanderer