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β β πππππππ πππππππ .
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β β ββ she had a face like a goddess,
β β beautiful and pure. but her soul is dark
β β as if the devil himself gave it to her.β β
β β β° π₯π’π§π€π¬ ππ§π π’π§ππ¨ πππ₯π¨π°.
β β πππππ π'πππππππ .
β β βββ a niche of #π»π²π½πππ»π²
β β ββ his eyes may shine like the glow of stars
β β and he might soak his words in honey,
β β but darling, that still wonβt make him sweet.β β
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