The Bastion’s Beginning
The Bastion’s Beginning Kay Flower A false window of a world, bleeding the spring of a flower’s paradise. The mademoiselle’s music fearing the stranger, and
The Bastion’s Beginning Kay Flower A false window of a world, bleeding the spring of a flower’s paradise. The mademoiselle’s music fearing the stranger, and
The Street of Sun and Soot Kay Flower In the street of sun and soot, noon had already past but laughter was not yet late
Ten Little Corpses Kay Flower In the bronze mirror he adjusted his mask, As he prepared for the final little corpse To complete their
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