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Oct 2017
She walks;
A single sole scuffing the solid earth,
A pebble thrown into empty silence,
The night embracing the wisps of her hair,
Down to her frigid fingertips.
She screams;
An empty howl
As constant as the wind,
Waiting for another soul to entwine with.
She reaches out:
Honey,
Just sit down
And
Bleed.
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