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Dec 2021
silence;

it echoes in my thoughts
chills the core of my bones
frost lines my lashes
I am never alone

speak, I beg
but, still,
I die in silence.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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