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Day 3
"I breathe in the cold January air. I breathe out steam, and I shudder, coughing sharp black matter onto the dark ground."
-Marcus
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Michael Heffron"I breathe in the cold January air. I breathe out steam, and I shudder, coughing sharp black matter onto the dark ground."
-Marcus
“ From the first moment I saw you, I could see the mess inside you, an azure desire welling through your eyes. Your majestic blue eyes froze my feet to the ground the moment you walked to me. “ - Mar
I ache for her. A blue halo freezes the silhouette around me as winter's breath whistles in my ears. The wind rattles vibrant memories immune to the fade of memory and pulls my heart to somewhere I