Clockwork
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WingsA Poem by Clockwork� The nest in which the Crain had slept lay bare. Not so much as a breath had spoken ther.. |
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Roaming Through the HourglassA Poem by ClockworkThe edge was an ocean, but the ship was a sun. As we drifted farther, the horizon came closer. In the hands of the compass i.. |
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A curse for the maraudersA Poem by ClockworkIn the heavy shrouds of July by the sea mother fasted. .. |
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The Last BountyA Poem by ClockworkIn the mouth of the virgin a silken pearl is born To be laid upon an altar beside a stoic cup of fruit. Cast from brack.. |
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ScarecrowA Poem by ClockworkWizard of Oz, meets Garth Brooks title, meets hard rock in changing prospective. |
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The CrucibleA Poem by ClockworkHer lips are like a crucible in the night, Melding my wayward dreams into cold stars. From the core of her carnivorous depths .. |
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A Conversation On DeathA Story by ClockworkThe harvest was finished and her bones were buried. The farm was a secluded one. Not many people ever passed by and that afforded Andrew and Sara .. |
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Garden Of The Wax DollsA Story by ClockworkThe atmosphere was heavy and dark. Smoke filled the entirety of the room obscuring the moonlight that should have trickled through the hexagonal win.. |
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Through the fault lines of a dream differedA Poem by ClockworkEarthquakes tear fault lines in my mind. Mine is a prison pried from pain in the night Were the closest source of light is.. |
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The sexton and his chargesA Poem by Clockwork� The sexton lies six feet under his frostbitten truths. Amnesia is his head stone, bearing a closed casket inscript.. |
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