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[withvalor]

The night has fallen down the staircase and I, for one, have felt its bruises..Every grain ran through the cracks of my fingers and fell back in place, but a new place not so far from the old but so much further. I hope you're not like the sand, but constant, ever here, ever caring, ever loving.This romance would bleed if it even started ..

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[withvalor]

...what was it..?