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The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes
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Complete, First published May 08, 2014
Mature
This is not a story for the soft hearted. 

                             This is not a story for the closed minded.

                    This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside.



"The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pieces, becoming parts of me.

The melancholy tasted bitter-sweet on my skin; every piano key carried the flavor of his chapped fingertips.

The exquisitiness of the soul harmony softened my armored heart; it stripped it bare, delicate, exposed to Apollo who wished not only to be a warrior with a bow, but also to pierce hearts with a song."



A new age story of Gods favourite angel, and of one naive girl who still                        believes in fairytales and forever afters.
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