
A Slow Walk to Danger
“A girl’s face, so serene, so aloft, — Past her grave, I walk at a slow pace. — Closer to danger, I feel the urge to scoff, — Erase the moment, but alas, no grace.”
1–2 minutes

“A girl’s face, so serene, so aloft, — Past her grave, I walk at a slow pace. — Closer to danger, I feel the urge to scoff, — Erase the moment, but alas, no grace.”
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