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Christmas feels like Halloween 🎃
I'm haunted by memories of you
My leaves 🍃 are withering, yet I stand here...
I feel like a gin in a ruined house...
And yet I don't even want to escape...
From this isolation, from this darkness...
In an even darker bathtub, where I will find my death, there will be glory....
Clarencine Perrine
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Clarencine Perrine  F/Mauritius
(F/Mauritius)   
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   Mary Huxley
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