Ever a soul peek into this old well, he'll see still water, so calm Until he prode his finger, well, He'll loose his finger and soon his arm -Old Man from North, Book of Thoughts

You there, you delicate flower, You're beautiful than the other, Your petals were made by God for you one and another You there, you delicate flower, Words from them are not what I see, But what I see is a blessing for me, oh you delicate flower. Oh you intricate flower, You prick and you bleed … Continue reading Chapter 2 : Poison

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