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// 36. 
// Story: Sapphic Figments 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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Weeping many tears, she left me and said,
“We suffer, darling, so they may go on.
You know how you were cared for.
And if you have forgotten, I would remind you:
...
When you are lonely, look up to the stars;
and I will look up, too.
And even in those different skies,
the moon may yet shine high and still,
and we shall be together.”