Vague terrors of those dreadful nights grip my heart, a crumpling piece of paper. Regret rising from the river, a smiling ghost what could have been but never was. I do regret but think to wash away the stains with cheap tears while he is still alive, my poor skeleton prince I owe him devotion, …
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