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Forgotten

by dakota-rm

"Fingers twist into charcoal like the fires of last night. You no longer dance with the rest of us, you're only ashes in mid-flight. She screams, I am insane. I whisper, You are too blame."

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Published: Aug 24, 2013
Time: 1m

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