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#nib
A puny nib tells it's affliction to perception sheet.
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
Relationships
Ah, how sweet was his sword; dripping with honey, he so gently stabbed it in her back sliding like a velvet rose, it left her in ecstasy, that even in this poisoning pain she could taste a piece of heaven. - n. ib
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
His sword
She was madness. She could taste sweetness in pain. She could see light in darkness. And she would keep smiling in her sleep, just by the thought of him. - n. ib
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
Madness
He opened the door of the cage and freed her from his imprisonment. And he forgot that a bird without wings can no longer fly. - n. ib
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
Bird without wings
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