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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. In the end, I was as 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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