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In Beds of Flowers
In Beds of Flowers
There is darkness
There are secrets
Love and hate
Betrayal and devotion
Power and pride
All beneath pretty blooms that hide one last thing you'll never see coming
Through the Twisted Vines
Rage is easy.
Sorrow is hard.
And love…love is both.
A story of betrayal,
and falling in love.
Anger, and friendship.
Where families are by blood and water,
made by gods and
by hearts and souls.
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