Of dreams, life and books. Oh, and Harry Potter and Pride and Prejudice.
She was fire.
Red haired, green eyed
Not a monster, unlike myth
Nurturing, loving, bold, wise, young, brave.
Then she was not, and
It broke their hearts
They weeped, for
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