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The slow death of a mid-night socialite.

Nothing. There's nothing,an absence. An abyss, a void. Shades of black envelope Our world, with sprinkles of hope, Dotted among the dark. Al..

As our eyes drop like stone The only thought pacing through our brain is the absence of those we love. Those very few that bring The light int..

the passing of life.

Here,a member of this human race, that which creates, Destroys and renews. It stands along a hill top, with those flowers that drench the horizon...

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