She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back and enjoying the wash of cool breeze across her face. She’d come here to try forgetting him, but every time she put on her clothes she smelled his scent.
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The Final Moments
The beauty wrapped around my tortured gaze caresses my blackened iris. Blackened and charcoled, rimmed in onyx I can not see the whispers of sweetness all around.Ive been blinded to beauty now forever, the swordsmans blade has pierced me with tender finality and this world I’ll see no more. Absence of vigor leechs me of… Continue reading The Final Moments