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Distance calls me
and I answer; I do not know why
A voice calling
out, like the faint whispers on breeze-
Indeed, is it?
Beneath the reach of..
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At hell’s gate we
stand, winded,
Exhausted from
days of running
For the time of
the salvation,
As it was once
said:
‘Ever..
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The
morning glows,
Echoes
of blackness’ last survivors crisscross
The
last shreds of the night skies,
While
other creatures wait-we..
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Black lights! And my shadows
Are brilliant,
A figure emerges from the flames,
Smoke, a true reflection of me,
Hazy, confused,
I live? D..
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Truth bears one with falsehood,
Reality sharing with illusions
Created by the lost part of me-
And all what I claim to be me
Is merely a c..
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Well
once upon a time, I guess. Once upon a time and there is the beginning of the
existence of it, and all there is to it begins in its own clever ..
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Its
life is like an oath, an oath of secrecy taken to protect its most deadly
secrets, secrets gathered from a long and not forgotten
past. These s..
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And I fear I won’t be heard…
The guilt eats like termite-infested wood and
I should burst with apprehension,
My memories will ki..
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There is a place in our hearts that stays
empty no matter what we do to fill it up. Our attempts at wholeness leave us a
complete shadow of what we ..
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And so this continues my tale of
memories, and that happy reminiscence of the events that surround my existence.
While I think on what should befall..
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