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I am unwritten legend... I have no beginning...and no end... No heart...nor a soul... I am simply just a memory...that no one ever wanted...nor needed..
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I fear that my worst nightmare may come true.I fear that, someday, I'm going to lose you.Please tell me that this isn't so,Please tell me that you won..
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Angel of Darkness,Who is your Gothic bride?Shall she be me?Or am I unworthy?I'm not muc of a prettySight to see, but wouldYou, please, have me?I would..
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For one of my best friends, Alexander Edward Evans.
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Fate: to what is it that we owe Her sweet prophecies?
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If you looked up at the stars,You could tellthat they onlyShine for who they are...Not who they wish to be.
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I cannot say as toWhy they are weeping.Could it be from aLost love...or is itSomething I cannot bareNor would I dare to ask?No, I cannot...will not.....
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Poetry is a gift. It should not be tainted by unwanted attention nor should it be cursed with no respect. Poetry is a gift from the greatest of hearts..
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Wrote a poem for P. C. and Kristen Casts' novel series House of Night.
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As if the stars could not tell such true beauty, the clouds covered the sky as she walked gracefully among the Earth. As if she was the Light to such ..
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