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soft and evanescent
the light under a heap of rose petals
and when the storm came
i thought what would be left was
dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard gates, spread into scattered salt-marshes;
she rose like a phoenix
mourning in nostalgia, not regret;
i have underestimated her competence.
she was a warrior
n.s.
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A/N: when you guys said I was a romantic, I am - you have seen through the demons that has haunted me, I'm just a black bird that needs shelter.
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Dusk Till Dawn
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