She sits in silent disbelief.
There's nothing left.
Disaffected, she cried.
Blank, sitting down now,
Knowing, somehow,
The wold's become undone.
Two hearts,
Conjoined,
Until the end of time.
But somehow,
Still, there's nothing left
Of destruction.
Forever,
He loves.
She loves,
Forever.
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