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RE: Fractal Writing Contest #8, and winners of the previous one.
The Loop
Weaving immersions of clarity,
Soothes the cold wind dispersing.
Treacherous was the path,
Curling up to put me to rest.
Shadows that echoed with every step,
Betrayed me to my own sins.
Live long shall the memories,
For we are all we can be.