

sheet musicMound of scarred sheets, twisted and still briny - green tea cooling on the table nested beside her, ignored. Clutching the words gather heatsheet music
at her throat - the tide swells and expunges. Her plain face, contorting even as she slow-counts her breathing.
Until this hour she tasted cinnamon and candied apples. 'Las and alack, molten wax now clings to her breasts, without pain or notice, yet wrested forth this howl which echoes from chambers dark. Taut strings bring sheet music to
rain on her pillows; breeds familiarity, this lame
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I am only wearing black until they come up with something darker
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Dear God bestow us the world's savior
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"Hey, Suzaku. Don't you think wishes are the same as Geass? Things that you can't accomplish with your own powers, you ask for the assistance of others."-Lelouch.
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