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It was a horse made of stitches.Hooves were black as burnt walls,and he barely balanced on his shaky legs. A glue leaked over sloppily sew-in stitche..
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There is a trick in this writing.
Allow me to give you a hint: capital letter, but why?
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Poor man with a poor impressionout of words , out of moneydies from within yet his search forsweet , sweet honeynever it faded, never it jadedprosper ..
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Values of foul world will burnblack smoke be its legacysouls porting back to earthI smile , you smilethey smile. we cryyou cry. I crywe live to dieeje..
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There in woods in pitch blackDeviants in circle chant unholy nameFear rooted in crawlers, memories of black robes to stayFrom ground she rose within a..
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Row of lanes, races, and chasesI begin to lose my breathI punch my breaks against the speedWindow embraces my glareAll around is panic, despair, and b..
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Evil spirits are invigorated by greedIn sea of gold they dive and swimInquisiton was their touch of artOld, old wisdom of world resides in their darkW..
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Sun spreads over sterile streetsFloors forced to glistenRays reach filthy alleysI look to find but no hungry belliesI watch speedy cars bullet byThey ..
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Mist conquers a soilI stager in my forward for a sightThick air creeps with a heavily pressThrough floor I sinkMy arms affineI fail to fear this hazar..
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It is there in skycommunity in cloudKey to enter is to close eyesFeel the call , levitate, and riseWashed with tranquilityMy chest blossoms in peaceGr..
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