Guns,Knives&Roses
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Last published Thu, Jul 8, 2021
As ink poured onto the faded hue of the canvas, diamonds splayed around the white gem at it's highest point it danced across the black ink.
Venerable she lay thinking of an uncertain tomorrow, in a lost today. As dusk whispered her eyes shut.
The past, like a bad influence you were told to stay away from. But he didn't care he let the past consume him, drag him down to the dark abyss within.
What happens when she enters a world only meant for guns, knives and roses.
Beware the green eyed monster.
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