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She delved in white,      something so pure that was seamless as though nothing could contaminate           what was enthral in looks. But beneath  the demure   was a weapon pointing                           at others hearts. Onyx points, seeping with abhorrence. showing that there was more than                       her false pretences. If a wolf has a blood lust it was her,                   velvet soft, but blood seeps beneath even the purest of looks..                                      And hers was bile. She stand there like a light in the woods              of loneliness, but get to close and her arrow will pierce even the most                                                     loving heart. Hear her white noise confusing the reality          of a loving heart. Bleeding it dry,                     till only a corpse of white lays before her. And she smiles...
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
Nothing Is Pure In A Gown Of White
She delved in white,      something so pure that was seamless as though nothing could contaminate           what was enthral in looks. But beneath  the demure   was a weapon pointing                           at others hearts. Onyx points, seeping with abhorrence. showing that there was more than                       her false pretences. If a wolf has a blood lust it was her,                   velvet soft, but blood seeps beneath even the purest of looks..                                      And hers was bile. She stand there like a light in the woods              of loneliness, but get to close and her arrow will pierce even the most                                                     loving heart. Hear her white noise confusing the reality          of a loving heart. Bleeding it dry,                     till only a corpse of white lays before her. And she smiles...
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
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