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I flirt with Death when I'm bored.

I don't compare you to a flower, the moon, or the sun Compared to them, I believe you are none.

The dark is nothing but a mirror.

Willow picked up a penny out of desperation, when she probably shouldn't have.

I no longer looks both ways before crossing the street.

it's been a while since i have written, so i apologize if it's bad, but this is what was in my head

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