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Dec 2012
All that is beautiful shall perish.
All that is loved shall be layed out in the darkness of torment.
The remnats of her heart have fallen.
She has lost all that was left of herself.
Death sits at the stem of the willow, awaiting.
In the distance, weeping, the hollow soul of this girl. Panic and sorrow consume her.
What she has dreaded becomes her doom.
FallenInTorment
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   Wedyan AlMadani
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