The Dual
A drop of sun fell on her lap. She was metamorphosed to ashes. Even the last of her tears were burned. She stood as a perfect figurine of ash. She told she would be waiting for us, until I could come to a decision with the breeze on who loves her best.
It was one minute and a half to twelve.
It was one minute and a half to twelve.
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