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Faux Pulchritude Idol

*nocturne eye flicker* *bite lip* *rip asunder* Malediction of a tragedy fused elegy, mirror of red rum and visage of chaos. The truth is a labyrinth of mirrors, I am the reflection that stares back, real you tryst behind quicksilver.

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