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Lullaby
The feelings out, lost to the wind. A left over lullaby whistles through the air. It’s gentle, but it seems to scream to me.
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Winner Takes All
I thought I listened, but maybe I missed some things. Little droplets bleed internally, but the tears don’t show. The stake is high, money drowning with every bid. My head is on the line, so fast and it was gone. You won.
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