My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou’ll create the way
Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….
Will you kiss me again?” I flirted sweetly.
Drawing up her spear, Ellemist lunged towards the mighty leviathan.
It was impossible not to fall in love with him.
Your American fairytales end that way. Real fairytales end in blood or tears.
Best friend is like a pen and we’re the paper. We’ll not complete without their ink
You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most…you are beastly.
Love is a fairytale blah, blah, blah.
And they lived ever after, whether they were happy about it or not.
Every constellation’s like its own fairy tale.
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