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Jun 2019
If everything you touch turns to gold
and everything I touch turns to ash—
then together
we will sit upon our thrones
of riches and ruin
and make the world bow at our feet.
Written by
Ollie Rose  17/Gender Nonconforming
(17/Gender Nonconforming)   
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