"and death sounds so peaceful these days,"said her soul with a small melancholy playing on her lips in the guise of a seductress' smile.
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La Vie Est Bleue ➸ Poetry
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"and death sounds so peaceful these days,"said her soul with a small melancholy playing on her lips in the guise of a seductress' smile.
