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Dec 2020
Sweet death, lady of lost souls,
why wont yout take me?
Im all yours.
Take me to your palace of death.
Ill make myself at home.
Let me have my last breath
and Ill go with you alone.
I love you, dont you love me back?
Just the two of us together.
Our relashionship doesnt have a crack.
Ill go with you wherever,
Sweet lady of death.
Save me from this terror.
Bereniké
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Bereniké  17/Cisgender Female/Dreams
(17/Cisgender Female/Dreams)   
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