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What would they have done?
Suffocating each day
The murk overhead, closing strangely;
The coldness seeping through her every pore,
The screams turning him blind with each turn;
Cover them with the your lignin arms,
Dance with them till dawn arrives,
Strip them free of their callous heart.
It’s not going to be alright but they will survive,
For the Phoenix awaits at the end of tonight.

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