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... and his bloodstained, grimy figure, this handsome and unfeeling man somehow felt cold and lonesome despite the warm sun above them . His was the desolation of someone who lived in an eternal wasteland, never understood nor accompanied by anyone .
Her eyes suddenly stung as she stared at him . She tilted her head to let the wind dry her eyes… Perhaps she had never known this man whose bones yearned for tenderness . She once thought he was made of iron, never to be defeated . But she w ...
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