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Black Hole I became black ice, wand no longer wielded magic just death, as we walked away that long night ago, the one keeping my stride knew not what had transpired, that I was dying inside, drawing a curtain over all I saw there, while to the world cold as hard packed snow, changed where I would go, affected my everywhere, taught me that there are things worth fighting for, but that sometimes you don't just lose the war, you vanish from even your own sense of location, all you now know is drenched only in the spaces of separation. Vampira's Lot |
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