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Phoenixpyre Spectrum

I came to revere her as I melted over a replay of our semi-formal. I can see her pupils painted like chapel tapestries in the creases of my palms. The

I buried her body beneath the West River so that the wake would dredge my dismembered trophy upon its exhibition shores a withered statue of a catalyst

I (WHITE RAGE) And when the rats shuffle from the woodwork brandishing shears like torches and hearts like pitch, we'll know whose ears are deaf to