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at the center of the ocean of the     COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES               where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                                  its vine twisted  ‘round the bower ;   holding on to all the power of time                ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK   when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .    little flower   begs the night   Into   RAVENOUS  FLIGHT          just for a while,    until the sun may rise again !       //       as  narrated  by   sam.   ( © ) 

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at the center of the ocean of the     COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES               where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                                  its vine twisted  ‘round the bower ;   holding on to all the power of time                ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK   when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .    little flower   begs the night   Into   RAVENOUS  FLIGHT          just for a while,    until the sun may rise again !       //       as  narrated  by   sam.   ( © ) 

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at the center of the ocean of the     COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES               where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                                  its vine twisted  ‘round the bower ;   holding on to all the power of time                ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK   when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .    little flower   begs the night   Into   RAVENOUS  FLIGHT          just for a while,    until the sun may rise again !       //       as  narrated  by   sam.   ( © ) 

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I’M  SO  SORRY  FOR  THE  DELAY  IN  REPLIES                     they  will  be   attended  to,  soon.   as   of  now,  I’ll be here   making  icons ,   headcanons   &   stuff.

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I’M  SO  SORRY  FOR  THE  DELAY  IN  REPLIES                     they  will  be   attended  to,  soon.   as   of  now,  I’ll be here   making  icons ,   headcanons   &   stuff.

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at the center of the ocean of the     COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES               where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                                  its vine twisted  ‘round the bower ;   holding on to all the power of time                ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK   when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .    little flower   begs the night   Into   RAVENOUS  FLIGHT          just for a while,    until the sun may rise again !       //       as  narrated  by   sam.   ( © ) 

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ofbutterflies replied to your post:I’M  SO  SORRY  FOR  THE  DELAY  IN  REPLIES      ...

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/loves you everywhere t bh.

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I’M  SO  SORRY  FOR  THE  DELAY  IN  REPLIES                     they  will  be   attended  to,  soon.   as   of  now,  I’ll be here   making  icons ,   headcanons   &   stuff.

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at the center of the ocean of the     COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES               where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                                  its vine twisted  ‘round the bower ;   holding on to all the power of time                ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK   when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .    little flower   begs the night   Into   RAVENOUS  FLIGHT          just for a while,    until the sun may rise again !       //       as  narrated  by   sam.   ( © ) 

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at the center of the ocean of the     COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES               where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                                  its vine twisted  ‘round the bower ;   holding on to all the power of time                ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK   when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .    little flowe  r begs the night   Into   RAVENOUS  FLIGHT          just for a while,    until the sun may rise again !       //       as  narrated  by   sam.   ( © ) 

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SO  I  OWE    three  starters  from  THIS   starter  call  (  still  open  )   &   a  hell  lot  of  drafts.   but  rn  i’m  switching  to  phone.   y’all  can  IM  me  or  ki/k  me  @ leviosam !  

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❝    IT  WAS  RIGHT  HERE !                 on  this  table,   just  there  on  the  edge.    I  go  to  get  some  coffee   &   IT’S  GONE !     I’m   not   blaming  you   or   saying   that   I   lost  it         it’s   just  .  .  .   I  need   that  diary.    it’s  .  .  .   it’s                 ❞     //    @dewlessorchids   ♡ ’d !  

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IT  WAS  TENDENCY  TO  STAND  TOWARDS  THE  SIDE                when  in  a  crowd   full  of  people.    dressed  out  of  place.       observing ,    swallowing   in   the  occasional  stares.    who  would   wear   an   oversized   flannel   shirt  to   a   formal  dinner  party ?             she  wouldn’t   care.       BASELESS  CONVERSATIONS    were   sparking   her   amusement   when  she   notices  someone   on  the  opposite  corner   of   the   hall   .  .  .   pale   &   perhaps  twice  her  stature ;   the  same   person  who  had  been   standing   beside   her  a   few  minutes   ago.    (  LOST  IN  THOUGHTS ;   SHE  DIDN’T  NOTICE  HIM  GONE !   )     his   now   unattended   glass   of   wine   beside   her   taunts   to   be   returned   &   she   does   the   needful.       ❝     hello !     you  left  this               there.     ❞        something   tense   marked   his   features           SHARP ,    yet   worrisome.           ❝    crowds  overwhelm  me  too,   it’s   okay..    ❞     //    @chosenforthis   ♡ ’d !  

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        ❛       It’s  not  like  I was  trying  to  KILL  you,     you know.    It’s  not  my fault  you needed a better pair of  gloves  that day,   and it   isn’t my fault   your friend  decided to get  nosey.         FILCH   was  collateral  damage, if anything. ❜ 

     but yes, you WERE collateral damage in the end.            

    there’s a slight  SHRUG  which he soon regrets doing under her sharp gaze.  ( She thinks I’m a monster         she’s probably right ).          ❛ Look,  you obviously don’t want the truth. ❜

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A   GASP ;   A  LAUGH.      of  course   the   gloves  were   at  fault,       this  is   draco  malfoy.    the   son  of  a   death  eater           A  DEATH  EATER  HIMSELF !     (  former  )     childishly,   she   still  believed   them  to  be   rooted   to   the   same   merciless  pride   &   malice.        

HE  OFFERS  AN  ALTERNATIVE.    the   truth.    &   it  somehow  instills  hope   in  her.    perhaps   he’s  not  so  shallow.    there   had   to   be   a    plausible  reason                      no   one   is   BORN   such  a  monster.     ❝     I  can  face   th’   truth.      bu’  can  y’  pull  yerself  together   &   give  it  t’  me ?     ❞

(   KIND  GIRL ;     don’t   be   foolish.    don’t   bestow  your   gentility   upon  someone  who  doesn’t  probably  value  it.    someone   who   doesn’t   deserve  it.   )