She had many lovers. But slowly, she killed them all, one by one. She now spends her days reading their unsent letters.
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His kisses whispered to her often. Whispered stories of love and lust. Long after he was dead.
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The lovers met on a no-moon night for a picnic. Bathed in the light of their love, they drank from each others lips and feasted on each other's skin and bones.
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After dragging the heavy stones of lies and deception through the garden of love, he stood at the door step, drenched in the blood of her dreams. He looked at her barren face one last time and gave her a letter along with a bottle of sleeping pills.
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She sits in her tower afraid to meet the kings and princes. They wait for her, enticing her with magical stories and perfumed gifts and rainbow flowers. But she refuses them all and sits in her tower, afraid that she might fall in love.
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