Whispers going through the lips,
tickling the ears as they listen to the stories.
The words are spread on through,
the teller anxious to pass on the saga of the whisper.
Some of love, hatred and luck,
some of utter stupidity and lies.
The seperation is imminent.
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Fairy Color: Cyan
Name: Mei-Ling