poems and sonnets of a lost facade...

Hunter X Hunter
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F/M
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G
poems and sonnets of a lost facade...

cheers.

Cheers.

 

The glasses clinked, golden sparkling wine glinting in their dead eyes. 

Nobody truly cares for this arrangement, they all see power and reach for it thoughtlessly.

A power that lay within me, within my crimson skin, the curse bestowed upon me at birth.

No matter how much I scrape, how much I bite, how much I rip...

It's still there.

No matter how much I show weakness, how much I defy, how much I push...

They're still there.

 

Cheers.