Grao Zanidai

Runaway Aspiring to be Great and Famous


“For most the smell is blood is sickly and fills the air with a metallic scent. But for me, and my kind, it’s akin to walking into a florist and carefully bringing each petal, each bud to your nose and inhaling the fragrance until it fills your lungs. The difference is the after effect. You don’t find many florists shops in tatters after a good sale.”


Blood on My Hands –


Grao Zanidai

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