Mark

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(E/C) eyes stared into the quiet night sky.

The silence a welcomed piece opposed to the lingering worry that now accompanied her right hand.

Red lines in contract to (S/C) shinning in the night abyss.

Blinking dully she ever so slowly dragged out a sigh.

The night was young and yet, she felt as if the time of sleep and dreams has far out lasted its welcome.

Her eyes bore down into the red lines; a devoid expression greeted her hand.

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