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Lo? She speaks,Soft, sweet, rendering grace, honey lozenges to my soul Lo? She moves, Smooth, like a red wine,unpretentious like a saint Lo? She glow..
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I'll never forget the day they took me. My mother was already dead, and we'd been sitting in that crawlspace for god knows how long, I was almost glad..
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The air was knocked from my lungs. My ribs ached, and all I could do was lay lifeless in the snow, I couldn't even bring myself to writhe in pain, or..
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I trudged through the layers of icy white that covered the ground,they reminded me of clouds that had fallen from above. I followed the traces of sun..
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