gypsies...
gypsies are about love. from the inside. all things flow inward. flow
outward. but i couldnt listen. so ideal. so hateful of the system. so
loving of mankind. so beautiful. so pure. scarlet. wasnt her name. but
how i remember it. an angel. she dreamt of magic. but. and i dont
remember. but she. he. they still remember each other. they were truly
magick people. i hope oliver didnt die from the gangrene. she didnt.
the magick wouldnt let her. pure.
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