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The darkness of romance, like the blackest feather torn from a bird’s wing, lays fragile tonight. We embrace within the twisting thorns of a purple rose.
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A once-fresh love will wither and suffocate when the flames of lust burn too brightly. Every rose has its thorn'from ember to ashes.
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