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White Oxen :1 SeleneSelene It was late on a November night. I could hear faint sirens blasting their call in the distance to criminals, the injured or maybe the mysteriously combusted, maybe they were calling in the distance of my mind. I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. Not after tonight. Not the bitter evening in which I lost my mind, but also discovered myself waiting on the other side of a high wall. Had this been my destiny? Was I mixing with the wrong crowds and places? My journey was still to be discovered.White Oxen :1 Selene
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