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And she calls.

To anyone within reach.

Humming the tunes,

that death have sung.

Letting the air,

that poisoned her lungs,

trap this traitor,

she once called love.

And she reaches.

To the fire beneath her sea.

Beckoning to the light,

that hope lead us on.

Twirling her feet,

that chained her heart.

Like a flower it wilted,

from the darkness she brought.

And she breathes.

To the people she believed.

Smiling through tears,

that they built in her sleep.

Praising once more,

their hearts she longed.

Soon she froze,

following the silence no more.

.

.

.

As death watched.

To the sight of her eyes.

Sleeping soundly,

stars alike.

He took her in,

promising tomorrow,

will be vengeance to those,

who sought nothing but her soul.

He whispered,

"Let go."

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She defied,

"I'll Hold on."