i'll hold your hand for this is what we've made

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she was succorless, and he had a light, the strength of which was too bold and too laced with rage:
words were mummed and ejected outwards from the lips, pronunciation jagged as though every iota of expression was a difficult and painful ordeal. the fabric of their relationship was torn in such a way; eyes did not meet and the forces maintaining the short bridge between them began to weaken, as though the energy that broke the wind was indifferent to all that it took, consuming the breeze and the love between them, all with the same carelessness.


















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