Nina
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January 1st, 1944
Nina, my dearest love, it seems that your heart has become still and your skin purple. I wish to kiss upon your lips but they are weighted down and filled with a relentless blue.
I wish to meet upon your gaze once ore, but I fear you would not see me as you did before. The night is upon us and the air is crisp and thin. The medicine I have induced has revealed through the merely false veil.
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