The Stories--

The Stories She Remembered,

Were They True?

They couldn't be...

They had to be...

Were They?

In Her Heart, She Knew the Answer.

A Crystalline Tear Silently Traced Her Warm Cheek,

Dripped Off Her Lips,

Her Pale Pink Lips.

~~~

Chill.

Tonematrix.

Pulverisateur.

Enjoy.

~Mel

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