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The ribbon which flows in the seamless clear liquid, rib and burst into own stream.
Bittersweet smell of perfume scented the mist covering the room.
Within the walls is a hallow tinned bath, laid a angel of the season.
Auburn hair rushs to the surface with gentle but yet in a forceful way.
Sinking in the base at bottom is pale but development young body in its pride of his life.
The hazel eyes seeking forgiveness waiting for him to change.
Inspirited by Revolt's 'The Art of Suicide'.
Self-mutilation was never so refreshing. In all seriousness, morality aside, kudos on lending beauty to something so ugly. I think it will promote understanding more than not.
Wow. Subtle and sad in equal measure. One of your best.
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Thank you derky and Hill.
The Drop.
The million drops that fall from the heaven.
Each one, with hope; sincere and peace embedded inside.
Aiming to bring a monster to be human again.
Glistering within the shade, try reach for drop.
The droplet is only true messiah.
I am not religious but 'Messiah' is only word I could find to sound right.
I loved this, and I' flattered as hell that I inspired it. Even if it was about suicide lolsauce.