http://slow.writerscafe.org/PyroTaylor The original writings of author Triston Taylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992468 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My anger is a blossoming rose. Well, a decaying one. No sweet scent. Tied to deaths robe. Slaying the souls who have run out. I'm the reaper of happiness, call me life. Emotions exploding along my jagged sythe. Anger decaying with souls I'm destroying. Happiness crumbling under my radiation of depre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PyroTaylor/1623746/ Um. I party alot and went for a rode to the park and sat there and started writing.. well I guess the truth came out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PyroTaylor/1602991/ 'So You' By: Triston Taylor So youthink you can lie?Lies from your ruby lips don't differ from everyoneelse's bullshit. Now I scream from the bleeding heart you killed. 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