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The Tithe Must Be Paid
Petal light wings brushing your cheek, my fingers drizzle pixie-dust on your phone screen as your banking app opens all by itself. one giggle, one lazy jiggle of my gold-stained cleavage, and tribute drips from your trembling thumb to my forest altar; every golden coin buys another heartbeat pressed beneath my bare, glitter-slick sole. keep feeding the circle, mortal the glade only blooms while your balance wilts.
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