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City made of thin glass
Smoldering in pitch black
Sand so thick you can’t see the stars
Can’t tell good and evil apart

We feel warmth in the cold corners
Eyes in the back of our heads
We roll out when the day’s over,
Chasing silhouettes

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There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. | Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 2 [insp]