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The idea sounds funny, maybe weird I
know, but that’s just what it is, memories from a world I’ve never been to. Now
the question is if ..
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Eternity had me locked within its grips;
I was its vow…
Such was the story of the man I’d love to
call a drifter, sifting his way th..
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Feed me from cold hands,
My sun burnt mind cries foul grief-
Thus goes a long night.
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Pieces of ink pieced together,Peace,And the very thought of it.
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Wings
fly south,
Carrying
with it, echoes of lives long buried
And
deaths long lived out-miserable existences
Laid bare, wings
in formati..
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And I have borne the
cursed hands of night.
This is the sorrow, and of
the solemn voices that cry out in the mid night plea,
Please, and save ..
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I wonder what this has to me,From the beginning of the dream to the birth of the sin, the pleasure is all mineThe pleasure is all mine, the pleasure i..
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How does the story start? From the
beginning as usual? No that’s too not good; it’s not as easy as you think. This
story starts from so ..
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And this is the
moment, or moments,
When knowledge
loses its savor, and the very taste of all
We could hold
dear becomes bland. Then we could..
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Now I think with the eyes that should see
nothing, and truly they do not see, for the very love of blindness; the
blindness has me shut to the rest ..
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