Toxin
Taken from the chosen reality, have the locks of the celestial Edens gate been opened by the stained keys of a belladonna bloom, where the palate of its enchanting toxins have been sown as hells ploy, swilled continually as an enriched elixir of a paralyzing elation that's only self serving in its allure, as it can only offer ruin.
Alfredo Gonzales
5/23/2024
Copyright © Alfredo Gonzales | Year Posted 2024
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