A Poem For Wasted Love:
I glee in thine embrace, thy darkness unswelling
Liberty and grace, you possessed mine depravity and petty
Oh, if life was just flowers embodying thine love and joy, the world would have benefitted by its pretty

Pity they are all tiny
Compared to the realm that wastes it all

"... Attested by the two swords, which severed the lives of humans, and devils. One of them attached to a shield with a demonic face as its crest—feared by the men and women of battle. Fay, now far away from her own mercilessness, looks after her lover, with a newfound urge."

you grew taller

all my homies hate maddie

same

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