The Day

The Day

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Linnea Nyx By LinneaNyx Completed

Words. Randomly placed to form sentences. If you're daring, you could call them Poems. Poems about him. The Thief of my heart. Simply my day. The sun rises and I'm the one breathing. Fresh air. Without the taste of blood. But still, the smell of burning hearts.