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Narrowed eyes upon a deserted landscape, the tragedies long forgotten in the wake of silence. Piece by piece, materials scattered about, remnants that her mind couldn't figure out. Tiny strings clinging & slowly unwound, dragging the corpse across an invisible ground. Following the path that her heart was being forced to take, surely these strings would easily break. It's the end of the line, with roses crowding through the space. Deep brown eyes watch over as the machine beats at a steady rate. He had conquered her heart, caring for it tenderly, preventing it from being afraid. She would stay forever in the garden he built just for her, as he held her once broken heart, next to his own. This garden was his only way he thought to repay her for the heart she finally gave away.
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
Beauty in Return
Narrowed eyes upon a deserted landscape, the tragedies long forgotten in the wake of silence. Piece by piece, materials scattered about, remnants that her mind couldn't figure out. Tiny strings clinging & slowly unwound, dragging the corpse across an invisible ground. Following the path that her heart was being forced to take, surely these strings would easily break. It's the end of the line, with roses crowding through the space. Deep brown eyes watch over as the machine beats at a steady rate. He had conquered her heart, caring for it tenderly, preventing it from being afraid. She would stay forever in the garden he built just for her, as he held her once broken heart, next to his own. This garden was his only way he thought to repay her for the heart she finally gave away.
Kmouton
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
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