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"close your eyes," the devil whispers. I do. "dream of me." . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ ★ ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . a collection of cryptic feelings, forgotten dreams, and diabolical thoughts.
"Come," Death holds out a hand, "dance with me."
"I don't know how to," I murmur, the breeze through my hair like an omen.
He chuckles, the sound of a thousand ravens taking flight; And a thousand more, always.
"I'll let you step on my toes, darling."
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