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Nothing but the last words, the god of restraint tore her in two, despite constraints imposed, I still hear her resonate,

Turn away, hide your face among trees, which reduces her to a shade, and you're still calling me out.

Aside from recurrence of inaudible discourse, cutting my ears, I am pleased to know she hears every last though,

Turn away, hide your face among trees, which reduces her to a shade, and you're still calling me out.

Be not like me, I am alone.


I made an earlier one that was a little wordy, so I cut it down, crit for crit, if it sucks just tell me, etc.
Last edited by Matt.Chavie at Mar 13, 2007,