
fate baptized her in molten morality, forcing pale hands yet unconvinced of their strength to scrape away the faults of nature and its beasts. but love cradled her cheeks, praised her bravery, and tenderly rinsed the scarlet shame from her palms. * understood by bri. prev. raisedtolead. est. sep ‘15.
narrated by taylor
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