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Last Waltz
And there she stands alone,
her pale face, in defiance to the cold.
Listening to the rhythm of the wind,
whispering of beauty and long gone warmth.
Her now shimmering green
touched with fractal crystals of ice.
A sequined...
her pale face, in defiance to the cold.
Listening to the rhythm of the wind,
whispering of beauty and long gone warmth.
Her now shimmering green
touched with fractal crystals of ice.
A sequined...
