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Penessence

Published: Jan 4, 2010

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Poison spoken softly,
And in an honest tongue-
Could master all the longest lies
And see the great undone.

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ThatLovelyDarkMelody

Jan 31, 2011

This is just...*is speechless*
This is exactly what I want to be able to do with words one day. It flows so well. And it reaches out and grabs someone in so few words! ^_^

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