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| blueberries |
i want to come to your secret world, sword in hand and chop to pieces the briars that have twisted themselves around your soul. you are the sleeping princess of the stories my mother told me in the brighton house and i will enter your heart cut and bleeding to kiss away your sadness. |
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| ClairE |
and dangerous. princes get lost and hack at them and some fall out of towers and go blind. luckily there are magic balms for these things. |
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