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she thought she was irresistible...

 ...she thought she was irresistible, and in many ways she was. But for all her allure, all her dazzle and pop celebrant, there was something else, something extra special. She smelt of the realness of butchery and rot...

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he was in his last ever death scream...

there is nothing more enticing...

ghosts glide with me...

you slide through me...

his mouth...

...there is a sharp undercurrent...

How old is he?

he spoke in a roll of whispers...

as the sun sets...

...beauty lies between the bloody outstretched hand of the Lady...