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Aug 2013
Listen to her heart
Fluttering.
Watch how his lips are
Stuttering.
Their palms are enclosed into
Fists.
Their bodies shrouded in heavy
Mist.
A clock chimes somewhere
Far.
This is them, at their weakest state;
*This is who they are.
Pluto
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Pluto
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