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Warmth

Gliding through the surreal scape of my heart surrounded by stone walls thirty feet tall that may never fall to the empty husks of thoughts.
Feelings of regret for a closed off nature plague me still.

Falling, as I am.

It's been awhile since I've had another join me behind these walls I've built.

Wait.. What is that?

Warmth.
Written by IllMonk
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