the battles of good and evil
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a Cold stain Bleaches your Skin white.
You are used to wiping it away but this time you let it touch the fabric.
the warm fabric.
My sockets were full,
my mind was racing,
my eyes swelled with glissoning droplets,
my nose dressed in red velvet robes.
My heart sunk to the depths of the Arctic Ocean.
Night mares rushing through my soul,
