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In a dream, God gifted me your smile.
Our summer steam made promises—
rich petrichor to quench my empty Nile.
You feigned the seraph—
strumming me, your little harp...
but were the devil (all)
the while.
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-Gina C.🧚♀️✨
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Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, & love.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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