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Aug 2012
The night falls with a silent sigh, lost are we.
The salvation for which you pine
Flares once, then dies, smothered by the all encompassing dark
All must end
Your heart beats no more, how could you cause such hurt
Angels surround us, crying, we are fallen
Emma Cathryn Pearce
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