it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes guillotine

"Well, look at you.
I thought you were wiser, but I thought wrong!
Tis a terrible pity. Like a moth flittering towards a flame."
-Knight Lautrec of Carim

♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥

♥Why would a rose grow where nopony can see
Like a rose without thorns is how i feel♥

♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥


Poems of Moon

You didn't choose the thug life. And the thug life didn't choose you either.

It's no problem for me, but it's a problem for you.

Quint the Wanderer, professional amateur, at your service.
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