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In dismal dunes of cities past,
There lay she, bequeathed to stone,
And so to grief, I am prone,
For she remains to me, my love, my heart.
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Was it raging fires that laid you to rest,
Or the common folk fearing and their abhor?
Rising waters that sunk and drowned or,
At jewelled fingers and silvered tongues behest?
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Like the sun and moon and stars, I will return,
But there is nothing to seek,
Nothing to learn,
The house stays empty and cold."
-Rozaria Elenor for Urokai Agvain
Cats, Regrets and a Dash of Dumbass (fic)