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She humbly embraced a sweet and sorrowful song of her life; a truthful concord with self-loathing and proclivity. With wings, mighty unrelenting winds carried her down bountiful roads of sin and recourse. Although sore and broken, she stayed destined in a world of darkness. She was a tough and beautiful frail, and the harsh winds whispered her name, for she was compatible with their nature.......Storm. copyright 2016 Torstional Storm

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