A pink, plastic, dollar store tiara sat upon auburn elflocked hair. Her smile, perfection bred of a thousand generations and crystal grey eyes captured my very existance.
I drew her in my arms before a word was spoken between us and we held each others embrace while the comotion of a hundred drunks thundered around us. At the mere inference of my hand, the crowd parted and stood in reverance before us. A scepter like dagga burned as if a funeral pyre from my hand, my fairy princess at my side; for the briefest of moments, I was god.
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This is pure honesty and I love it. So raw.
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