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Published: Mar 17, 2013

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Spring forgot how to begin anew,
                  so Winter stole her amnesic heart and tossed it to the wolves.

"Devour me," the stars seemed to beg;
                  so Gravity plunged them into the ocean's nebulous depths.

These lips no longer offer hymns up to fallen gods—
                  so Fate sacrificed herself for the chance to be reborn.

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