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The End

THE END Amidst the pulsating tumult of the End She sits …... calm ..… gentle ….. still Like the silent heart of the violent Storm that rages around her; A disembodied rose petal, Settled on the thorns. My heart is pierced by a javelin of tranquillity. The End .

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