melissa-hardie
American
I spend my time chasing the ghosts of butterflies, and howling down the winter moon. / / I am the darling of the dance, when all that is left on the floor are the spirits of gentlemen lost. / / I am delightfully, deliciously insane, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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