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| sabbie |
i cradle my own head in my own little arms i stroke my own hair in vain cold comfort i rub my heart with my own frozen fingers i cradle my own soul in brittle, fragile hands. gaffa tape and feathers couldnt hold me together chains and faery dust couldnt keep me from falling apart |
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