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She Was A Monster Too
Crazy Ken and Barbie, butchers of the brightest stars, the sweet innocents that couldn’t escape, missed and mourned in grassy graves. Interrupting the peace of the night, the monsters of the moors scar the unsuspecting parents, the kind of people who just do their best and never imagine that evil had its eye on their…
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Hardcore Souma
My name is never something that people ask when they meet me,they just see me,their eyes, glittery and gluttonous,and that’s all they want to know.I have known for a while that I am notorious among those that dare not speak my name,they whisper it in the halls as I pass,like it’s a curse,some kind of…
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Familiar Face
You remind me of some place. Some faraway, fantasy, familiar face that I thought was lost in the lanes of my memory I do not venture down. Your dulcet, distinctive tones are tearing me apart in the sweetest, most satisfying way, and I am way past drunk, soft lips lost in your bad intentions. It’s…
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Blessed Blood
He will come from blessed blood. Striding the halls of a happy home in purple quilts that will soon become capes. The world will gape and gasp as he blossoms, placing petals and precious metals atop his head, as he smiles politely, born from blessed blood, and beautiful with it.
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Fantasy
Fantasy HeatwaveGreen and BlueThe Day That She Met My FamilyDaffodil DreamerOur First ChristmasI Call My Lover By The Name Of The Affliction She Inflicts On MeLover GirlLabourRose BushesDoctor’s VisitDon’t Bury That Gay. She’s Mine. -x- Heatwave Strawberries spilled across the clean counter,chased by the sharp silver of the knife that was shepherding them all towards…
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