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If everything you touch turns to gold and everything I touch turns to ash— then together we will sit upon our thrones of riches and ruin and make the world bow at our feet.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
In Perfect Harmony
If everything you touch turns to gold and everything I touch turns to ash— then together we will sit upon our thrones of riches and ruin and make the world bow at our feet.
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17/Gender Nonconforming
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
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