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Everything she touched, didn't turn to gold. No it crumbled to dust amongst the palms of her hands. As she sat back and watched her world catch fire and burn around her. T.B.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Dust
Everything she touched, didn't turn to gold. No it crumbled to dust amongst the palms of her hands. As she sat back and watched her world catch fire and burn around her. T.B.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
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