Mundane trite

Moth Seeking Flame (Series) — Scribblers Arena

Who says that it is only the moth who seeks the flame? I’ve got spirits in my head and they won’t go. I’ve got guns in my head and they won’t- I rise on the winds of smoke, beating its wings charged by sharp flutterings; Oh be still my beating heart. Can light oxidize the […]

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I don’t even have words for how perfect this is.

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