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Jun. 19th, 2006 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
white_flowersShe walks silently away from them all as the last light fades from the sky.
(This one has her life and her potential. What do you have now, White Rider?)
She knows the answer, and it is bitter as ash on her tongue.
She has nothing. Not even her oldest name.
(This one has her life and her potential. What do you have now, White Rider?)
She knows the answer, and it is bitter as ash on her tongue.
She has nothing. Not even her oldest name.
