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/// Meribell///
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Jass
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My mirandas don't grow in the icy white snow
Every desire I hold for them falls flat — they hone futility
Reason being their snipped petals resemble nearby death for us all to follow
Indeed, for us to acknowledge affliction as our own mournful tranquility
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Begin with me, for I accept pain sought me too well; and through hell, too — I
Eradicated my last name and caused my petals to desiccate into death
Let the gathering of souls know that my gory murder unleashed the end — and bye... by
Letting life languish we lose our last names to gruesome anguish — so we dissociate from Earth
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Let Belle blossom beautifully, though, in the snowy cold confusion
Exchange her sorrows for jubilation; joys that journey into novae and beyond
Broaden her hips to perfect her stance by granting her wings for satisfaction
Open her eyes and force a divide, mirandas from meribells, in the obliteration of our bond
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