"From the sea rose an arm and a hand of porcelain.
It offered pique in the form of a rose.
I accepted knowing I was bitter."
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Teach Me How To Swim
Cerita PendekMarie, oh Marie. You wish to have me, so why do you mourn? I've wept long and hard at the ache of my broken dream, tears pooled so vastly I could have built an empire of sandcastles. But what's the point of having an empire of sand, when there's no...
Mare Ex Ira
"From the sea rose an arm and a hand of porcelain.
It offered pique in the form of a rose.
I accepted knowing I was bitter."
