Dark Poetry #4 |
Fallen Angel |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Milk white dove, skinned to its core, The Life of one, for the price of my soul, No one will ever know the true crimes, As the devil ticks away the death chimes. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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