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Azure


Beating. Pounding. The rain comes down harshly. Our eyes meet And I, I wake up. Clear deep blue, steady as the sea. They hold me in my place. My feet pinned to the ground. He blinks, but the spell isn't broken I am entranced. The world takes on a new glow. All the wrongs of the past seem to have been made right in this present. A step is taken. Hesitantly, we stumble. This is something precious, something not meant for me. I look back, Outside the sky is still crying. The world is awash with grey. I look forward and those eyes…they calm me. Hesitantly, we stumble. This is something precious.
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