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push it open and there you'll seeanother person another mewhisper my name and leave me beand I will be free, oh I'll be free
here she lies, a maiden stored, bound by a twisted cord dragged into a shadowed world to which, against her will, she was sent.
it trembles, a crooked form caught in a black sea, its surface stagnant now – the still waters rumble with the passing of cars and unmoving eyes, casting deep shadows over its small
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