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The Dirge shall follow the malady. An itinerant phantom; shuffling dirt.There shall be no cure on this land for me.Indelibly dead - in hell or on eart..
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A
Mid-Night QuarryInnocuous knocking pleats beats
'pon my door.“Who could that be? What is this for?”The
Chamberlain's clock lingers at..
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Magnificent
Horizons, do dance on sorrows beak,In forlorn eyes of morns
deprived,waltzing without sleep.Seductress of the
flames,Enchantress of the..
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Petulance
and Acrimony(Pecuniary
marriage)Tenebrous
tendrils, stark
miasma, encroaches this tumult of
time;Zephyr soughs, bark-heart
thy maste..
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Oh! How I woke, still
mourning, in a haze!His burial's been proceeding for
days.And how he woke, one morning, with his heart glazed
bronze;Petrif..
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Restless dove,Mourning
dove,Must you coo at dawn?Do you stir beneath young
sunto broach your solemn song?Be it cool, and be it
sweet,I hope you onl..
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Small things to crush amidst soft things to touch,It matters not why, though beware.Those small things to crush, of which bask in your touch,Do linger..
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My first love was a short encounter of failures and missteps.
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I’ll always…Stomp dirt into plumes of dustReady, say, goor maybe,Internally combust.I’ll always…Slay myselfOver trifles.With..
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The sun’s ever-blowingand reeling in heatwhile the world still is turning‘neath privileged feetand the daughtersand mothersare all but the..
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