Category: Category 4
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When the walls dissolve all that’s left is the empty Casting a dying spell, she prays for a new beginning Before the turbulence and the storm There is no return to a past that burned Aching for the start again, yearning for the void There’s an audience in the air but no one’s there Just…
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She hears a barking in the wind, When the rhythm of the world became her music, She was lost in a dream, hums in floorboards Every sound became a turning point in the plot in her mind She submitted like a goddess never should A gift so holy can’t be taken advantage of Paranoid day…