

Black RoseThe black rose consumes no sun But thrives in pure darkness It breeds from pain Though the leaves may wither The poisonous thorns remain It needs no water Only the taste of blood The smell is a bitter stench That reeks of only death Prick your finger upon the stem And await the black rose wrathBlack Rose
White Dream::...
Sweet November
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"There is some fiction in your truth, and some truth in your fiction. To know the truth, you must risk everything."
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~Kyandi
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