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I see you stand all alone in the meadow.You cannot hear but I'm calling out your name.I feel the wind like your breathfall softly on my cheek.I can fe..
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I used to hate having to standand pay respects to the nation,a country corrupt and filled with greed.Why should I stand for such a country?But it isn'..
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John is a detective. Mark is a prisoner guilty of eleven murders.
John must delve into the mind of a demon to learn why he killed them.
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A Chapter by Draven
Camera: ON - Interrogation room* There is an atmosphere of tension that lingers about the room, tension beyond comprehension. The small room holds not..
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I would have been theretill the end of our days,through all the hardshipsand afternoons of peaceful silence.I would have given you childrenand we woul..
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The images leap through the screen at me,touching my skin and kissing my neck,aiding me in my desperate transformationfrom human to animal.It happens ..
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You take my breath awaysimply by the curve of your lipswhen you smile.I have to be the guarded man,head held high in mock confidence.But when you smil..
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A dark fairy weeps in the downpour.Lightning flashes in a distant sky,illuminating the cool blue of her broken wings.She holds a white flower, at leas..
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A mad man sits alone the dark,pounding a midnight melodyfrom the keys of an old piano.The notes pierce the shadowslike a blade through flesh,reflectin..
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No sun smiles upon me this day.Rain pours down in its melancholy patter,cleansing my blade of the bloodwhich I have let it taste -the blood of my wife..
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