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by 2AStarOfEfinity Nov 26, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The woman stood in front of the table, her sad hands. Her smile melted from her face like a candle, she was the coldest chill. Dark, dripping drops fell tapping on the ground; she gracefully clasped to the floor. A cruel silence---------- and then a small song, a little smile, and then nothing.