fancydrizzy501
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Black Veins You're like a Victorian ghost, And, I, the new host. The rustic door creaks, Heaving like a body gone antique. My vision takes in the gore, I hoped this became a place I adored. What was this feeling? My deepest, darkest sins come... – *by Snowber Vaqar*	45 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

You're like a Victorian ghost,
And, I, the new host.
The rustic door creaks,
Heaving like a body gone antique.
My vision takes in the gore,
I hoped this became a place I adored.

What was this feeling?
My deepest, darkest sins come...

– by Snowber Vaqar

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