You are plain cruel.

Poem of identity.

Another night-time poem.

Jacob goes missing while trying to discover the secrets of what makes an ordinary looking alley so special.

Jacob goes missing while trying to discover the secrets of what makes an ordinary looking alley so special.

It doesn’t matter what color the eyes are, eyes can and do hold secrets. The eyes are the door to the soul, some beautiful, some tormented, but all alive.

Eyes hold many secrets that are untold to outsiders, but sometimes friends and significant others will know these secrets, these untold dreams. Untold dreams and eyes with secrets are almost always forever hidden.

You have stained our future.

The story starts getting deep into the seven deadly sins that effected the family.

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