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Jul 2013
Shrouded in darkness she was
Unable to see, lost in her own mental
Black hole where the heart should be
Devouring flower hearts and spitting back
black holes, despite all this
I felt a warmness to her darkness
I wondered; "is there a light switch?"
Roaming around consuming her darkness
Tryrng to turn the sun in her heart on.
Thalion Voronwë Aearion
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   Anderson M
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