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Jan 2017
The watermelon's tears alighted lightly against the bloodstained perfume, and when the steam cleared, light was visible filtering through the fingertips of the victorious battle-bound man with the paper crown. Was this ice and freezing of the tongue to be his reward for the conquest of the wooden palace of Arbol? We would soon see...
sketch of a young boy eating watermelon after playing kings in his backyard around his treehouse.
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
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   Amethyst Fyre
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