When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
I didn__ think you were real for a long time,_ I confess. __ thought you were someone I__ dreamed up.___ dream worth reliving every night for ten years?_ he asks, chuckling and slowly loosening his hold.__or eternity,_ I whisper, winding my arms around his neck to keep him close.__ood._ He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. __hat is exactly how long I plan on keeping you.
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I didn__ think you were real for a long time,_ I confess. __ thought you were someone I__ dreamed up.___ dream worth reliving every night for ten years?_ he asks, chuckling and slowly loosening his hold.__or eternity,_ I whisper, winding my arms around his neck to keep him close.__ood._ He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. __hat is exactly how long I plan on keeping you.
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