December 5, 2011
One-hundred beautiful dreams flying through the air,
tumbling through the darkness.
Seventy crushed,
broken beyond repair.
Twenty weep,
cry for everything they lost and believed in.
Ten open their eyes again.
Ten wait for magic to flow through their bodies once again.
Ten pull themselves up,
dust themselves off,
and fight forever,
never stopping.

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