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With his hazel eyes and wings made of blood,
He flies through every corner of her mind,
Inspiring her art in a massive flood,
Because her muse is a one of a kind.
He is in ebony, but with paler skin,
His smile a teasing grimace directed,
Down his lean back, a single whip so thin,
It is impossible not to be affected.
Male beauty confined in a silver frame,
Movements are quick and ever so daring,
He is different, but somehow still the same,
His tales and ideas all have some bearing.
Kirin is his name, elegant prose,
So happy birthday, Kitsunekuramarose.
He flies through every corner of her mind,
Inspiring her art in a massive flood,
Because her muse is a one of a kind.
He is in ebony, but with paler skin,
His smile a teasing grimace directed,
Down his lean back, a single whip so thin,
It is impossible not to be affected.
Male beauty confined in a silver frame,
Movements are quick and ever so daring,
He is different, but somehow still the same,
His tales and ideas all have some bearing.
Kirin is his name, elegant prose,
So happy birthday, Kitsunekuramarose.
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Ever After Lost Canvas
Chapter 1
Louisiana, New Orleans
17 years old Scarlett pulled her blanket over her head and tried to block out the sun. Then she pulled the pillow from under her head and over her ears as she tried to block out the sound of the alarm clock blaring. [Wait, I turned if off.] She realized that it was her phone blaring. She threw the pillow off groaned when the sun touched her eyes. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand answering.
“Hello?” Scarlett answered sleepily. She yawned as the person on the other phone was talking.
“No, sorry she isn’t home,” Scarlett turned over to her note pad and pen
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*SQUUUUEEE* So awesome. First ever writing I have ever had written about him.