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Light will bloom from sky and soil, Skin tarnished by the brand of death …
Because lies are pretty little masks we place on our words to tint the truth into something palatable.
Someone who wears her skin with pride.
As far as it takes to secure those ships; to save more little girls from living the same nightmares that ruined me.
Oh, shit.
My fist tightens around the chain as I steal a glimpse of the woman in the mirror ... She’s a masterpiece; the most exquisite rose given shape and life and a fluttering heartbeat. She’s the sun and the soil and light that bathes the world on a beautiful day. She’s broken, lonely, and hiding from her past.
The tickles never come.
