You will kiss me, and you will fade, and from the smoke left I’ll dream you all over again. And one day I will wish I had dreamed you all the same, and the beast will laugh at me and ravage me instead.
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Princesses, crowns, crones, an epidemic in the verge of explosion... Hyperfiction from the deluded minds of two authors locked up in exile... and a World Literature assignment.
You will kiss me, and you will fade, and from the smoke left I’ll dream you all over again. And one day I will wish I had dreamed you all the same, and the beast will laugh at me and ravage me instead.
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