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Unknown.

But she is unknown.

Eyes gone missing.

Limbs detached.

She's missing every indication.

She's missing every justification.

Where did she go?

Where will I hide?

Who will decide when to live,

When to die?

I gaze into a blank stare.

Where will I go from here?

I touch a cold whisper

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