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Breaking down, she's defeat soluble, under the pressures of love, life, and lucidity, raw fingers sift this pile of ashes: what she used to be. Nonplused, she shakes down to nothing more than "normal", two pinches shy of the future she's damned if she can't see. Open your eyes to the full spectrum of colorful return, umber, amber, emerald, aquamarine, tomorrow's sunrise birthed by her defiance to dream.
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