Of hurts, pains and maims

Circles never end. I'm sweet with a twist of hood in your face. I ain't human, I am a piece of art with a heart

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Unknown Beknowest

Ungodliness of the hour.  Here dawns the emotions we dare not spill. I won't explain what defines an hour deemed ungodly because besides not having the word count, I am uncertain about the exact definition. Here is a tale of blankets, pillows, pain, beds and tears. Here is the spark definition of shreds. Days have… Continue reading Unknown Beknowest