Here lies severed bones of anarchy, pleading to be buried in the graveyards made for those with poignant minds.
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Passionfruit
The sweetest offerings ripen to the very rind, hanging quietly among leaves until the world is ready to taste...
Dawn Eaters
We are the dawn-eaters: we swallow the sun whole with our parched throats, but only do we melt away with the...
Paper Hearts
What is a rival if not someone you hate longing for?
Stranger Things AU ── Nancy Wheeler.
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