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and ringing in her ears. The icicles hit a perfect C. Disjointing her orientation. Left at the mercy of Sorrow. She speaks aloud to the darkness. And the stars whisper among themselves. Crying aloud to the darkness. Her lips motion, witout a sound. Her head, damp with all natural wetness. Sweat, tears and Joy. Her mind grows weary, but her soul is yearning, Evermore. |
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