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As the final drop of blood touches the ground, She feels neither victory nor loss. How can she... As the final drop of blood touches the ground, She feels neither victory nor ...
Memories of broken words and shattering glass played... Memories of broken words and shattering glass played...
They were merely but travelers, Telling stories through their art. They were merely but travelers, Telling stories through their art.
The look in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking. The look of desperation and pure exhausti... The look in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking. The look of desperati...
The poem shows that there will always be a home in his heart whenever required. The poem shows that there will always be a home in his heart whenever required.
Their eyes met and terror froze her stiff- all but her heart, Which beat so rapidly she thought it ... Their eyes met and terror froze her stiff- all but her heart, Which beat so rap...