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The dark green leaves swaying above us, as the wind softly blows. The water ripples, making soft lapping sounds at the shore.  The geese puff up their feathers, squawking and flapping wildly.
Is the relic lost?
In my sleep I feel a cold draft that much reminds me of the words you ended a world with A world full of many Many beliefs, loves, words, and growth Growth between two minds in limbo  
I always knew there were demons out there,                                                                                                                                                                              You tried so hard to lock them
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