.I remember when I was told the story of crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers.
The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling, beckoning to sleep, offering a dream.
The words were as mystical as purring animals.
The cricle of rage, the ghost on the stage appeared. <.>
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