| ingenue | ||
| klairchen |
The frost on your brow glistened so. The sighing wind chased your soul. The ground was bare, where once was snow. And you layed there yet so silently. |
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| arty flimcastle | i'll come again eventually. | 001103 |
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| vituperus | someone naive (usually a young woman) | 040504 |
| ... | ||
| amy in red | marilyn_monroe | 150413 |
| ... | ||
| unhinged | i wanted to trust you even though you gave me no reason to; now i trust no one | 150413 |