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Ocea

  • Bloodmarked

    I saw them the way They're supposed To be seen.Their big pale eyesFlushed in PoisongreenAndTheir memories shiveredInto nothing.But stillThe claws held its gripAnd gived them The emphy feeling Of regre

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


My tongue must tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart, concealing it, will break...
— Katherine, The Taming of the Shrew