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She was the storm and the vacuum ,
She was living and dead,
She was saint and fanatic ,
She was mortal and magical,
She was fantasy and fiction,
She was a dream to dream..
And a fight to fight for,
She was my calm and chaos,
She was worth this life afterall.
“Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.” — Villeneuve.
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