(Mind if I take part?)
Bashiri opened her eyes slowly and sniffed the air. "My, what an odd boquet of scents we have tonight." she told herself. "Oh yes." herself answered. "Very odd." Bashiri nodded and sniffed the air again. "Let's see now. Smells of Lynx, Wolf and..." she trailed off. "Snow Leapord? That's a new one." She stood and stretched her legs out on front of her. She pricked her keen wolf ears forward and listened for food. "There." she whispered, hearing the deer as they settled in for the night. "Shall we spring a trap on them?" herself asked. She nodded. "Yes." Her sightless eyes could see them already. "Yes, I think we shall."
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Tell me how I'm supposed to seize this day when everything inside of me has died?
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And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
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Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard.
-The Spill Canvas-[b]