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Bronze says: I was almost gold. Now I’m just old.

Black is attacked by the flame of every color. It’s charred, it’s scarred, yet not made any duller, Even though it’s not a..

Anguish is a chime that sings in the wind of bliss. Its song is purple and swirls in circles and wisps. Purple anguish is in the air. ..

One of you says this, The other that, But in the middle is where it’s at. One claims knowledge, The other disclaims it, But..

The sky is blue and so is the ocean. However, it’s just a notion. I miss the days when the sky was surely azure And when the sea w..

I remember! I do remember that cloud in the sky that day, the one that got dismembered and cried till it passed away. I truly remember! ..

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