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Sep 2014
her emotions may be vague,
as her eyes showed a dull colour,
and her pale skin was white as snow.

yet he can see the worry in her eyes grow,
and her lips curled down,
her soft voice somehow audible,
"How will I get out of this labyrinth?"

*- n.t
nina temple
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