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Guiding Voice

In this new plain
Where old gods never dwelled
I feared
Magic would no longer be
 
But in this rain
I dreamt of last night
I shake
As I am alone again
Lost
With whomever speaks to me
Written by jenny_is_hungry
Published
Author's Note
So discretely. I don't believe in anything, but something believes in me. I don't need to define that anymore.
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