You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naugh — Stella Coulson, Wanderer: Dark Poetry
You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naugh — Stella Coulson, Wanderer: Dark Poetry
You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naugh — Stella Coulson, Wanderer: Dark Poetry
You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naugh — Stella Coulson, Wanderer: Dark Poetry
You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naugh — Stella Coulson, Wanderer: Dark Poetry
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You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naught but air...'' ~ Dorian Gray

— Stella Coulson, Wanderer: Dark Poetry
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