

The ProphecyThe ProphecyThe Prophecy
Scathed in white and rustic rouge, Bloody tatters, live to lose. Truth and wounds moresoly mended, To he who's heart be sorrowly tended.
Vancant eyes of azure sea, Short of breath, and prophecy... Slivered wings and broken calls, Night and ashen mystic falls.
Thanes of sand and monsoons drip, Silence foxed and shade is sipped. Gripped feathers and splashed ivory strands, Fate and intertwined command.
Glistens from your arcane brand, Howling on ivory, ashen woodland.
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Your face makes my tummy hurt. >:
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"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow. Dance as if no ones watching. Love like it's never going to hurt."
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"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow. Dance as if no ones watching. Love like it's never going to hurt."
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"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow. Dance as if no ones watching. Love like it's never going to hurt."
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" Art is a proof that there's something more than emptiness " - M. Proust
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"The beatings will continue until morale improves"
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Come howl with me, beneath the azure sky; a haunting melody, a full moon lullaby.
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