thirty one;

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After traveling around the galaxy

created by narcotic fairy tlaes.

I crashed down to reality. My mundane,

superficial life. I entered my palace

around midnight, being careful not to

disturb the demons sleeping in the master suite.

Entering my princess suite, I sat on

the bed draped in gold linens and false hopes.

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