![]() Untitled.A Poem by Deathless_Sorrow![]() Work in progress.![]() A shade weaves back and forth between the graves. A slight blue glow in the folds of his robes. The very essence of addiction compacted into little glass vials. Pleasure, pain, beauty, perfection. With just a flash of coin it can all be yours. The quality's guaranteed, rest assure.
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StatsAuthor![]() Deathless_SorrowGreenup, KYAboutMy name is Matt. I've come to a bit of a block recently and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to drag myself out of it, so don't expect frequent posts. Thanks for reading. more..Writing
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