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Her guts were spilling Through her open mouth As she moaned giving her last breath Annabelle's skin started getting pale Her eyes Stopped She was looking at me When I gently stroke her silky hair       I felt the light breeze on my skin...    -I like the sound of the wind- I thought to myself And left the room
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
I like The sound Of the Wind
Her guts were spilling Through her open mouth As she moaned giving her last breath Annabelle's skin started getting pale Her eyes Stopped She was looking at me When I gently stroke her silky hair       I felt the light breeze on my skin...    -I like the sound of the wind- I thought to myself And left the room
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
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