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Sep 2018
A stone rolls across my floor
A strange privilege
To fade away.

How does it feel?

She croons, she croons
Creating a sound so tragically pure, that if I were to die whilst hearing it, I don't think I'd mind
For what is death if life is not full?
At least I have a height to fall from.

Don't worry
She sighs
I'll get my things and leave.
Lady Ace
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Lady Ace
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