There's nothing here other than the fact that I love to write. I like skulls and ravens and bloody and/or burnt roses, because the best things only exist in my head. I have a vivid and unhealthy mind and imagination.
Be careful or you'll end up in my book.
As a zombie.
or wraith.
Your choice.
Find me on Allpoetry: http://allpoetry.com/O.R._Dorian
- website: phlanxbones.wordpress.com/
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Jun 04, 2015 01:45AM
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