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Jun 2018
i am briar-rose's castle;
my heart is the sleeping beauty within
under the curse of a hundred years
and only eighteen have passed so
God help the prince who tries to cut
his way through the thorns
because these vines are dark magic
just like the rest of me - under
a spell that will not break.
dusk
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dusk  huntington beach, ca
(huntington beach, ca)   
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   luci
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