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In each breathe we feel cool air, falling first, initial state, and we’ll never lose that sense of grace, grace that finds her mask of lace, green eyes that pierce through through the night, luna’s way of containing the fright, so maybe we can rest our head, fall asleep fastly in be. - Tia Cappellazzo. (Creative Commons Copyright)

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