I am tired of trying to prove her innocence, I say
He says, maybe she isn't as pure as the game she plays
Somewhere out there is someone just nineteen years older
We are tainted as if soldiers
She does not deserve to know my face
But I should know just how high I place
In Winslet Corner, they are blaming her.
He was just returning an angel to heaven.
They are more dazzling than anyone from that dreary place has been.
There is the possibility, at the moment, of being the last piece of beauty in the world.
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I Always Was
Short Story: In which a town's bastard daughter commits her last act of rebellion by "stealing" their precious king, knowing they haven't noticed the rings on their fingers.
