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Faerie lights that flutter and dance among the dewy weeds call out to those who wish to hear. They sing songs of unquestionable and unforgiveable guilt, but to those who have been waiting all their short-lived lives to listen, the songs are of beauty, nonetheless. Hot summer nights filled with scattered apologies and promises that are laced with moans of loss. Apologies and promises, long in waiting are short-lived as well as those who listen, for they aer crushed, come dawn, which shines upon the weeds, now full of stains you can only succumb to. Those humid summer nights, when everything clings to you. Your clothes hang ti