Let this fever work its nasty magick. I am surrendering to this persistent boil and sinking deeper into my own, personal swelter. May this fresh..
Tonight, I have set aside my demure ways in the name of blood justice, decidedly leaving my black frills and red jewels in a heap..
Do not pray for me, you righteous pilgrim. I beg you not to mistake this momentary glimpse into my psychic depths as an open invitation..
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