Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
In the graveyard built on a garden. The death of Every flower added a little life to the heart of the corpses buried deep inside.
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In the graveyard built on a garden. The death of Every flower added a little life to the heart of the corpses buried deep inside.
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