Winter Rose

Mr. Not

thorns of poisoned thirst,
plead for the death of mortals
tired souls of mist and dust,
silently cry warnings of the past

  • Author: Mr. Not (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2023 15:19
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 7
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Comments3

  • Jesiah

    itz pwetty

    • Mr. Not

      thank you 😛

    • arqios

      To be unable to quench thirst and to die as a result of seeking relief, that’s tough.

      • Mr. Not

        but that's how life is, isn't it? tough, i mean.

        thanks for commenting 😀

        • arqios

          Indeed! So is life.

        • 2781

          Sound like ministering spirits.

          • Mr. Not

            better late than never, right?

            thanks for commenting 🙂



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