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  • A Dying Out Ectasy
    She has the beauty of unraped statues. Her body is frail but her presence is queen. I had so invocated her that letters of her name become For me divinities to ...
  • A Regrettable Misinterpretation Of Mournfulness
    I'm afraid that my own self-judgement failed. I've faced a fake court of illusive queens of lies. Not able to understand what was hidden behind me. Not able to ...
  • Perverted Decadent Dying Love
    Despair is floating all around me. Visions of a haunted Nightmare. These nights are filled with pain. Taste of Regret. A cold feeling penetrates in me. I rememb...
  • The Fragrance Of The Dead Rose
    A part of her life has now faded. Slowly her eyes have Been closed. this sweet poison has flowed in her veins. She still has this silver chalice in her hands. A...