Fall-born titled flower,
Dormant lay, an almighty power.
Crippled stray, strengthening every hour;
She will rise, ending a reign so sour.
Amethyst eyes, all will cower.
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Violent Heart
Fantasy“Get me out of here,” she whispered hoarsely, they stared back at her silently. The loathsome Petey grinned at her, wiggling his eyebrows. Violet gripped the metal bars, shaking them violently and screaming in frustration. “Let me out!” “Now, now m...
