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She sails her great ship on the raging wind.

Memories settle in dust on their chairs.

I've saved you a spot on a cloud, next to me.

The steam from the tea drifts up and paints the window.

The thing about warriors is they're all around. They walk down the streets and they don't make a sound.

Her breath falls on the air in clouds of silver.

Gears turn over in your head and the world can't make them stop, so long as you don't let it.

We said best friends and that was all.

There's a light somewhere inside...

You gave me back my use, you've given me my words.