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whispers

I’m supposed to protect my magic. But I want to godzilla the world. The kind of woman about whom, when her feet hit the floor in the morning, the devil says Oh shit, she’s awake! Quiet, serene. Mrs. Hempstock. Someone … Continue reading

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Tomorrow my demons will cower at my feet But tonight they lie beside me, intimate, close whispering in my ear.

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