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Were it not for the cold wind blowing, tangled through my hair. Were it not for the whipping wind, piercing my clothing like little frozen daggers, I would not feel a thing. Were it not for the solemn cries of the lone fox on the wooded hill. Were it not for the screeching sorrow, giving life to the valley in a heart-wrenching way, I would not hear a thing. Small white flakes collecting on my lashes, disappearing in my warmth. I part my lips, letting the air escape as a temporary white cloud. ‘This is the end,’ I think and with one last deep breath in and out I let it all go
Mirror Mirror Model: Angelina
Vampire’s Despair Model: Angelina
The Devil’s Daughter: Nightcall
I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feelI want to drive you through the night, down the hillsI’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hearI’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear

Summertime SadnessModel: Jacqueline Gagnon (MM#3066886)
The Devil’s Daughter Grows Her Horns
The Devil’s Daughter - Dinner Is Served
The Devil’s Daughter - Dinner Is Served