Maroon shadow, faded away, and she is sitting still...she contemplates, would we understand? Quietness, the everlasting sound of query, we live a day.
Blinking one's fate, this is the requiem of stay. Behind her, there are endless faces, responsiveless, buried in the cave.
A circle of constellation, fooling around, this is the dog star we aim it high. A fear of darkness, and a sorrow of existence, the intonation of our shadow plays the last waltz.
Get a net you catch the mirage. You think you get it and it is snipped off. Cutting the edge, light refills, it is only she who sits still...
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