Smoke curls through her lips. deep breaths of euphoria coursing through her veins. Until the pain knocks her to the floor. Soul crushed just as her bones, to dust.
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Smoke curls through her lips. deep breaths of euphoria coursing through her veins. Until the pain knocks her to the floor. Soul crushed just as her bones, to dust.
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mlowe5 says: Bones may lose their bodies; the soul is immortal as in resurrected self-healing that love has for the body, mind, and soul. True euphoria is coming. ONE. PEACE AND LOVE. |
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