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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.
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.
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