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Silent Hill

When all is silent
'cept the air, hot
and violent
redolent with noxious
chemical odor,
then is the time
to peek over your
bony shoulder
and watch with starry eyes
as explosive ash
and careless gods
consume the skies.

She is free.
Written by endlessgame23 (W. Edith Gilead)
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