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May 2015
Death has such a beautiful color.
The intricate process of replacing vitality with decay stains everything it touches.
The chill wind whispers it's morbid curse of fatality.
Inevitable fate was forged by a crimson signature.
Ninny's Narnia
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Ninny's Narnia
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