[ stay with me another
hundred years ]
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"hell knows no light."
her words oozed bronze.
third place in the love olympics.
"hell knows no love."
i will allow myself some self-righeous
witheringly arrogant strides.
i sounded like gold.
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rolling in our graves
Short Story"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
