Under the lilac sky,
we dwelt.
Not knowing why,
we bled crimson
and felt-
potent,
lasting,
adept.
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Soliloquy
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potent.
Under the lilac sky,
we dwelt.
Not knowing why,
we bled crimson
and felt-
potent,
lasting,
adept.
