CHAPTER 23

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CXXXIII

The Paragon

breathe heavily,

Out the frozen window

she stared.

Was everything done

hastily?

Now she feels

uncertain and scared.

CXXXIV

But out in that cold

stands Mary.

She felt

that she've seen this girl smiled.

There she is,

uncold, unwary,

That old Mary

she knew that died

CXXXV

PARAGON:

She closed her eyes

and walked away,

Yet she can't help

but turn around.

"There should only be,

as they say,

Only one sheriff

in the town."

CXXXVI

PARAGON:

"I know

what you always wanted,

But it is time

I take control.

Streets won't be

forever haunted,

Old friend,

it's time to free your soul."

CXXXVII

And so

the girl had then vanished,

Disappeared from

the windowpane.

The race is near

at the finnish,

It's almost end

for this campaign.

CXXXVIII

All seems

to heat their way around.

This winter

will soon be over.

When the cold white snow

clears the ground,

Things will certainly

get clearer.

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