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Midnight Rose
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement déc. 26, 2018
What happens when a flower dies? When the misty winds sensually chill its delicate roots causing it's very essence to wilt. What's left?
I never knew until I met my worst enemy...River. The girl who was nothing but a speck of dust in this lurid world. Who would've guessed such a revolting creature could possess something truly beautiful? She was only a speck of dust... a mere afterthought... but underneath it all, was time and space. She was the girl who was everything and nothing to me. She changed my life. 
Survival is an idealistic desire. We all live only to find ourselves trapped in the warm embrace death has to offer. However, the fight, that's the most enticing gift life grants us.
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