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Anonymous asked: "It’s a hazy past, leading in to the future, her trinkets of doom falling freely landing in a pond of crystals. They breathe is stolen from her, alone in a world with no oxygen, no life waiting to be led. They watch her, floating under her, the vision isolated. Lust woken fishes beg to bite her, a taste of honey rich. But that’s over now, a sinful vengeance waiting beyond the bridge. writersblock?"

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