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Sixteen shades of sorrow on a starless night with no escape to dawn. |
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She hugged the sand; she cursed the storm for 16 days and no tomorrows. |
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Mourning friends who fled and loves that died stillborn... A lifetime |
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miming, hiding from the touch that claims... unchained her from the lie |
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that was her past. A hollow tear lay drying on the mask, behind the |
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veil, behind the mask, behind the vizor... And somewhere spiteful spirits |
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laughed at her - the last survivor. Because she'd always been alone, she'd |
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always be alone. |
