She can see glory.. Taste the glory.. Mixtures of... Sweet.. Metallic.. Nectar On her tongue.. She tries to move.. Yet her mind. Her flesh.. Is held back.. Held back.. by dark strong tendrils.. Attached.. to her soul.. She is with greatness.. Can see greatness... Yet reality beats.. the heart.. into.. submission. Light creeps through her subconscious.. She feels cold light.. On her ashen face.. She tries.. She fights.. Yet hope fades away in her insatiable desires.. of freedom.. of peace.. Forever wandering.. In a lost mind.. of times.. no more.
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