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The Great Ritewas used as a canvas today, in an act of pure narcissism.The Great Rite
I became wounded by her stinging jabs of vanity, and bled beauty.
Oh, how crimson it was.
She tickled me with words of joy, written on my ribs, and deep laughter in my throat.
"She needs to have more color, where are the words of color?"
The The The Sunset, sunset, sunset.
"I need to write this before the sunset."
"I need to write this before the sunset."
I need to write this &nb
by ~AyaAzura24
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