HOLDING YOUR HEAD HIGH, YOUR EYES COLD SLABS OF STONE, AS YOU NAVIGATE THE BUSTLING HALLS WITH A STRUT. THE SMIRK THAT CROSSED YOUR FACE WHEN THE PEASANTS AVERTED THEIR EYES, TOO MORTAL TO VIEW YOUR CELESTIAL BODY. YOU WERE A QUEEN, AMONG THEM, AND EVERYONE KNEW IT. AND THEY WOULD NEVER FORGET IT. THEY TRIED ONCE, AND YOU LAUGHED BEFORE SETTING FIRE TO THEIR YARD. YOU WATCHED WITH NO REGRETS AS THE ROSES BURNED.
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THE SMIRK IN YOUR SMILE AS YOU PLACE THE PAPER CROWN UPON YOUR HEAD, KNOWING THAT IT COULD NEVER SLIP OFF. YOU WERE A STAR WITHIN THIS JUNKYARD OF SCRAP METAL, AND YOU WOULD GLOW WITH A VICTORY THAT COULD NOT BE SILENCED.
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THE SMOKE EMERGING FROM YOUR PAINTED LIPS, FREED FROM YOUR LUNGS, FILTERED BY THE FLICKERING BAR SIGN NEXT YOU. THE LAUGHTER FILLING THE NIGHT AS DRUNK SOULS STUMBLE OUT OF THE DOORS, THE LIQUID IN THEIR TIGHTLY HELD BOTTLES ALMOST SPILLING TO THE FLOOR. SIGHING, YOU WATCHED YOUR BREATH MINGLE WITH THE GREY FILM MERETRICIOUSLY MISTING ABOVE YOU. MAYBE A SMILE HAD CROSSED YOUR FACE, BUT IT WASN'T A REAL SMILE. IT WAS MIXED WITH ALCOHOL AND SMOKE AND SOON TO BE MINGLED WITH LOST MEMORIES AS YOU ENTERED THE ROOM FULL OF DRUNKEN SOULS.
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