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What are we?Shadows, you might say.Wouldn't it be extraordinary if wecould take a breath as one.Chest to chest, eye to eye.Hold my hand and tell me we..
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The pressure of the sky bends with a thunderous hand to cradle the land.The clouds angry, twist their lips, spew rain, slowly at first. Lightning sing..
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When you're out there,tell me, where will you go?When shadows slay you,and glares puncture you, where will you go?When the world swallows you whole,ev..
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