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Virtuoso

she doesn’t notice me surrounded by art projects. she just stares and her bones laugh like when fairies dance.
Virtuoso

Recollection

Tender and loving no one better free whispering to her of the witches; an imagination like darkness and inviting her heart of hearts with his hammer and nails to swallow […]
Recollection

Discolor

A room, a candle, a horror.. He broke free and looked back at the rare beauty of pain purple and black.
Discolor