And, along the intricately sculpted halls, they danced in a slow dream of intertwined arms, tired chins rested on the other’s shoulder, and wet cheeks.

And, along the intricately sculpted halls, they danced in a slow dream of intertwined arms, t...

if we close our eyes, and listen to the spitting fire, it feels like just a terrible dream. if only 
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