Yes

October 18, 2015

Cora in the deep

Aurora

After a dark aura

We loved you

Cora

In the rain, I found fire

Cora loves me

For now

Dark petals

Dark eyes

I hear shuffling from above

I stole lipstick

From a broken dame

Damoiselle

For a book of the bell

Eating

A green apple

Half asleep

Slipping in and out of

Hell

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