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An Eastern secret, so very intimate with me, though this work is not fashioned professionally.
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So... I lost my streak recently. And made this.
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The raven sings loud,
Very, very loud,
"Kaw Kawr!", It sang,
Pouring its heart out.
The tombstone, solemn,
So, so solemn,
Nothing, it lay,
Po..
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Oh how I love the early morning,So sincere, so silent that you can hear a pin dropping,And amidst that silence, I enjoy my morning brew,With the world..
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Never had I got the time to grieve,
The invisible pain that had scarred me so deep,
During my short but colorful life,
I've joined many tales and b..
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I've ran out of wits, ran out of lines,
Ran out of lyrical notes, and comments so kind,
I've failed to converse, and failed to write awesome verses,..
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A black rose in a luxurious garden that is out of my league,
I'd best tend my cabbages at home, instead of sneaking a peak.
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It was me who painted the sky grey,
With a dying, dying, dying shade,
And walked you back into your mind cage,
To redirect you back to your dying..
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Inspired by Author willweb's work, "An autumn masterpiece", uploaded over a dozen minutes ago.
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On this evening, the sky looks tasty,
With its scrumptious grey shell, so fancy,
And its core made of the dying Sun,
I think I'll have it as an app..
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