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Jul 8
No, no,
this isn't real. My eyes have deceived me for the last time!
[Woe is me! Miserable woman that I am! Who will save this body undergoing this death?]
You can take your food of gods and shove them in someone else's throat; for I, yes, for I will not have you.
OH, BODY!
OH, MY BODY, I WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MEAN!


just a youngling draft
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
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