―FIFTEEN
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we are becoming nefarious after drinking the holy water
slander and rowdy and a little insane
________________Whether I'm relieving or reliving this pain
Like a survivor in a death gameEnamoured by the beauty of an angel
While feeling like a Satan from hell.―DEATH GAME.
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Cinereal
PoetryWhere her sunkissed lips were ashen grey and brazen heart pumped a little off beat;her colourblinded eyes defied the world and chose to love grey instead.