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Staring straight ahead, not looking, not thinking,
just whispering words of non-sense over and over at you. You fail to hear them. Are you hearing me? Your scent remains around me, but my eyes are blacked out. You may be gone, likely in fact you are. But my non-sense and I remain, mumbling in the dark to no-one in particular.
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