Pitiful weak little lines
That ebbs out from my pen
Soil the paper that I etch into
And scratch the wings of the binder.
Weeping wings soar as my pen flies——
Hear the scribble scrabble
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Author:
KR (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2018 00:01
- Category: Gothic
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