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Mar 2019
It wasn't me, for it was you who turned the Blind Eye. You see what you want to, and hide behind the veil because it suits you fancies. Like a crow, you return to the one who feeds you, reliant on the world for your bread. I  will feed you nevermore, for your sake, because bliss you may be no longer. For even the crow will return to its ******.
L Blythe
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L Blythe  18/F/The next destination
(18/F/The next destination)   
       --- and Fawn
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