My dark poetry collection
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Última publicación mié, sep 17, 2025
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🖤 In the silence of the night, shadows whisper. 🎀
My Dark Poetry Collection is not made of roses and sunshine-
it is stitched together with broken glass, quiet screams, and the beauty of chaos. Each poem is a fragment of madness, a piece of love twisted in shadows, and a reminder that even in darkness... we bloom.
To my Midnight Bows 🌑🎀 -
may these words crown your scars and guide you through the night.
Enter if you dare. Leave if you must.
But remember, once you step into the dark, the dark remembers you.
- Sweetie Allyce💀🎀
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