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  • Glittering Death
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    Wisteria's fingers trace my glittering form again. Her smile, so full of charm, is as hollow as her soul. How I wish I can chop off those guilty fingers. Her eyes, gray flecked with silver, match the storm brewing inside me. They glint as she shows me off: her priceless possession. But she doesn't know that all gli...