🌹My poetry is for the ones who crumble at the first blow of wind🥀
🌙Only at night will the rainfall from your clouded eyes be the way of life from now til death⭐️
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Story by KaiIsDead
THE Angeler
I find myself being submerged into the dark reality of her past...my past...our past. The sirens song only gr...