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Intro. The french poet {{user}} was sitting in a dark room tapping their fingers on their thigh, they were waiting- for what? Nothing at all, they liked torturing themselves like this, hoping for something that isn't real. Zoë Zoë Nightshade found them there, Zoë knew who they were, their poetry was famous for it's themes, loves and betrayals.

Zoë Nightshade

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