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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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She is blind because
someday she dared to look in his eyes and see some tears. One day he pulled out her eyes to something see nevermore. She turned stone because during his coldest night, she dared to shelter him inside her bride’s train, still white. One day he rent her wedding dress to be spotless nevermore. Now her wings get burnt because trying to fly, trying to reach the sky, blinded being, stony being she amounted too near to the sun. Sometimes she is named woman. Sometimes she is named wanton. But ever more her inviolate soul has to pull through on his own. And who knows, maybe someday redeeming her lace she will find a place.
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