moirà

moirà

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Moirà \ a name of Greek origin, μοϊρα, meaning "destiny, share, fate." ; Ivy thought of the blonde's face and how familiar it looked, almost like she'd seen it in a dream. Again, her cheeks became flushed. The sound of the counter bell dining brought her back to reality. It was mysterious blonde leaning against the counter with her empty coffee mug. Putting on her best face and walked out from the kitchen to the counter. Ivy grabbed the coffee pot on her way to the unknown. Silently she poured the steaming, hot black liquid into the mug. Smiling again and turning back to the kitchen. She heard the sweet, soothing voice from the unknown. "Do you believe in fate?" ; going to try and update as much as possible -
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Dear prince charming , Don't you know she bled ? All the 'i love you's' between your cigarette breaths were the only lies said. Dear prince charming , don't you know she smiled ? with knives in her back much like a girl gone wild? Dear prince charming , don't you know you were her only light? but it wasn't her on top of you last night. Dear prince charming , was loving you such a crime? perhaps that's why they say , commit full-time. So , pardon the surprise when your betrayal burned. -into her veins , and the sweet smile overturned. There stood your girl out of breath , Her soul craved your death. Aftermath of brutality , never looked this lustful. You did always say , she was quiet the handful. They say murder is an art , perhaps yours was where she'd start. To take away a life , is to play god in devils playground you wont be laughing when your angel is hell bound. It's not a love story , but for those walking with a bleeding heart. After all , hell is a writers bedside table and heaven is a completed draft.

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