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Her fingertips were Icy and her eyes rather glazed. A desecrated body                                 with an endearingly brazen face. Meandering flesh, rich in mortality and fable. Her skin mapped a journey, juncture she could no longer able. Scared arms marked moments,               of suicidal salvation. Unwary and wide eyed, too juvenile to be taken.
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
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Her fingertips were Icy and her eyes rather glazed. A desecrated body                                 with an endearingly brazen face. Meandering flesh, rich in mortality and fable. Her skin mapped a journey, juncture she could no longer able. Scared arms marked moments,               of suicidal salvation. Unwary and wide eyed, too juvenile to be taken.
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
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