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Nov 2019
all fire is eventually put out.

the cacophony eventually hushes down to a whisper

and then all that is left is the remnants

embers

and then there is nothing but the dark.

the still silence fills the void and entangles one into

the demon that is alone.
Written by
lana
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     Simone and Bella-Lee
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