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Blasé Rosen » The darkest night sings of its despondent and lonesome inhabitants, yet however genuine their fear, misunderstood their pain, silently they vigil, an oath against death. But for them, like for all, love remains a wishful feather for even the colours of the wind cannot change what is meant to be.
Fiction: General, M, English, Romance & Tragedy, chapters: 3, words: 11k+, updated: 5/7/2016 published: 1/24/2014
2 Perhaps it is stupid Perhaps it is stupid. But the alternative isn't much better, isn't it?
Poetry: Love, K, English, Romance & Tragedy, words: 195, favs: 1, 10/21/2014
3 They Don't Know They don't understand at all.
Poetry: Friendship, K, English, Hurt/Comfort, words: 213, favs: 3, 1/21/2010
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