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there are rivers of fire under her pale skin and every time she opens her eyes she pours light into this dark lonely universe she's fragile, but she's magic.
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
sнε's ғяαgιlε
there are rivers of fire under her pale skin and every time she opens her eyes she pours light into this dark lonely universe she's fragile, but she's magic.
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
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