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3hab a passion attackin verbal assassin
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We were up late last night thanks to evening coffee, The wind whistled a familiar cadence while we talked about yesterdays,

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We were up late last night thanks to evening coffee

The wind whistled a familiar cadence while we talked about yesterdays

Rain began to dribble when she lowered her expression and exposed her crown

Glowing yellow streaks shimmered through the dark roots she despised

"Why?" She asked rhetorically

About the contents of her sacred box that Nana mistakenly threw out

The monetary value of the box might have been less than ten dollars to the real world

But to her, it was priceless

It was a timeless encapsulation of her childhood.

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