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May 2017
Today I bought white roses. She let me in, and like the others she made me paint them red. At the I was pale as the flowers when I bought them while they were a rich crimson red that tasted like iron while the scent of blood danced through the air, nonetheless it was unnaturally mesmerizing, much like her.
Written by
Joseph Timothy
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     Joseph Timothy and Born
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