" 𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘸. "

The poetry loving man with demons at his side, careful smiles and a cane always at his side . eyes that glint in darkness with poetry curling out so beautifully, , a hum and a few violin strings being pulled. dark roast coffee with a chuckle and zero fashion sense.
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demonspets demonspets Jul 28, 2020 01:16AM
: : gods I haven’t been on here in a hot minute so while I have time; comment below of something? 
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