Petals forged in white-hot flame Attention to every detail Delicate look Inner strength
Gentle scent added It will not fade It will not wilt It will always be there
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It was a cool evening, the kind that flows with relaxation. A light breeze brushed his back. He absently thumped some ashes off of his clove cigarette and resumed his lazy swinging. The stars are bright tonight, he thought. A kind of luminous haze stretched across the sky. The moon was full and bright, illuminating [...] Sinuses draining I’m making with the coughing And the throat is sore The patter of rain The beating of the two hearts I will be waiting Pointy ears and leather armor Hiding in the shadows Too bad you hit the trap And are now a block of ice Bouncy red arrow on your head Azrael getting toothy with it Pokey arrows in your head And now the little rogue is dead |
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