Seventy-Eight

The Devil resides in the details my love carved into flesh the visage of you remains 56 and 22 every bit of me, every bit of you                                                         […]

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MirrorW

4am scribbles are where I leave you hidden because our demons needed distance the beautiful disaster the ebb and flow the tide that takes us both ________________ The face that reverberates in the dark the maleficent muse, that never amends try to write you out of my blood follow you in again a rabbit hole […]

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