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  • Early morning;


    Feint sunlight being pushed about by the wind.


    Nothing more than the echo of a whisper, in the voice of a god.


    Bearing a nearly imperceptible hint of all of the names of our lost lovers.


    Stranding us on the edge of our memories, wishing...


    Wishing for a second chance; a fresh opportunity to find...something...


    Something that will last forever.


    Only the voice of that god in the wind, can last forever.
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