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She loves me. She loves me not. But what of the petals faith has forgot? Of those that fell before the final plucked prediction, can one among them foretell of her heart’s true conviction?
From a wish to the wings of a breath, to candle’s flicker and flame’s sudden death, travelling smoke trails transcending as it dissipates into the ether in good faith; and the wisher filled with hope, waits