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Death of an Angel
They stood before her grave, weeping.
The child of a millennium, the golden girl, never thought to die, lay in the ground.
sorrow-stained rocks
like a hollow promise of eternal love.
Her empty breath filled my lungs as her ghastly hands peeled my heart.
We cannot move on, however, if the dead refuse to depart...
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