𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.

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──  𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘.
and i'll watch your words of cloying sweet honeycomb snap into thick silence, thicker than roses drowned in ivory milk, engrave tragedy into my fate with the blade of my own archenemy.All Rights Reserved

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