Radioactive Writing

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A plaster handprint on my heart.

A Poem by Radioactive

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, fu..

A velvet lined coffin.

A Story by Radioactive

A story of a love and a lover that waited a day too late and will pay for it forever.

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