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(About Me) Seen From the Silver Scroll.
(Socials) Heavenโs Heretic Hearsays.
(Portfolio) The Scent of a Crimson Wound.
(Commissions) The Sound of a Silent Poet.
(Literature) Written by a Mortal Man.
The words hung above, but never would form. Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn. Remember me, love when I'm reborn as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.
โจ Hozier ; Shrike
Hope has a cost, keeping all fingers crossed and held tight. But I look idiotic with my limbs all knotted, it don't feel right. Truly you've shaken me, and I think you like how I plead. But I have a hunch that that's all you wanted from me.
โจ dodie ; If Iโm Being Honest
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