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Feebly woven, like tendrils of aging vines.Perched in the recess of the skeletal birdcage, her heart lay bare.Weakened, she prays for the sun's warm c..
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What have I done
with shadows stretched across the sky, like rays of sun
my pride has crissed, crossed,
mixed my own mind
spun the light inside ou..
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