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Alleyways

Slinking down alleyways,

thrilled by the rippling dark.

Black

upon white, cold

stone.

Daisies tilt their heads:

smile.

Axes bite into crimson bone,

dwelling in the corners

of the corners.

Pure.

Devilish.

A curious mix.

Grace breathes life

into fire.

Life breathes fire

into grace.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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