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Jul 14
Every kiss has a
price. I love you green.
O Magnolia, I have nine lives.

This was the magic of
drooping eyes under the
sparks of a swaying moon.

Who says god was
very cruel. The goddess was
making beautiful dolls.
Written by
Satsih Verma
  117
   Pax
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