Dandelion Gypsy Queen. Comments

Nothing tastes more gorgeously sour than a glass of tainted love under the twilight sky.
You need someone to hate, well bring on the storm, because I am the eye of a hurricane.
Calm, serene, it'll drive you mad. Cursed and happy, you'll see me shine in the shadows you deny.
I was your rare thornless rose amongst your field of all the women who cut you with their thorns. Women who once were considered rare in their natural forms.
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