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At night, the grey clouds of her dark memories cover her sky. As it gets darker, rain starts to fall on her face washing her kohled eyes, staining an already leaden pillow.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
Leaden Pillow
At night, the grey clouds of her dark memories cover her sky. As it gets darker, rain starts to fall on her face washing her kohled eyes, staining an already leaden pillow.
SSha
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
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