Mostly : Her flaming lips bit into mine and drew blood, she had not any though, neither control nor heart, but cold stone, her eyes icicles, nothing but empty holes, the pain of light that once once, eating at her mind.

Her flaming lips bit into mine and drew blood, she had not any though, neither control nor heart, but cold stone, her eyes icicles, nothing but empty holes, the pain of light that once once, eating at her mind.

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