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She was pure and untouched; like the first crystals of snow. He painted her soul with his color, and left her forever stained. - n. ib
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
Stained soul
She was pure and untouched; like the first crystals of snow. He painted her soul with his color, and left her forever stained. - n. ib
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
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