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Ink drips Pens drop Anxiety flushes and desolation stream's down Like frozen rivers her tormentor clings to the night Tic toc the clock ticks... she has run out of time The winds whisper the last of comfort words however these can no longer tranquil her anguish Percase there is no evasion today and the chronicles come to an end!
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
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Ink drips Pens drop Anxiety flushes and desolation stream's down Like frozen rivers her tormentor clings to the night Tic toc the clock ticks... she has run out of time The winds whisper the last of comfort words however these can no longer tranquil her anguish Percase there is no evasion today and the chronicles come to an end!
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F/Ukraine
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
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