{C The Fox
Ghostflowers
She's picking ghostflowers from her soul. She’s clipping the wings of fallen angels. She's picking ghostflowers from her soul. She's tonguing splinters of broken halos. You will know me by the scars I bare, You will know me by the hate I swear.

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