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She called herself the Wolf. She called herself the Phoenix. The Wolf hunts. The Phoenix lives. Decide, bruja. Do you **** or do you live. Cause you've ended a lot of lives. One too close for comfort.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
She-Witch of Metaphors and Terrible Poetry
She called herself the Wolf. She called herself the Phoenix. The Wolf hunts. The Phoenix lives. Decide, bruja. Do you **** or do you live. Cause you've ended a lot of lives. One too close for comfort.
I can barely remember the color of her eyes. Or the sound of her voice. But I remember when she broke my pinky. *********
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
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