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In the studio where we first slept, I was lying down on feasible, broken shells
I wish I stayed flowing in my green tie-dye dress
There is another l..
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Dear Jeras,
Thank you for harvesting peace, bringing rewards with every cycle around the sun. I know you refuse to hear me speak such solemnity, so..
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A blessing from the ancestors
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A continuation of Anthemic, yet the journies are unpredictable yet very much effecient for Nyx and her drug abuse.
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Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Acceptance to change the death of possession and accumulate transformation from old to new. It ..
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Coming soon.
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To love is to let go.
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Flames scattered savagely on the cold blood-red grounds of Mayi Sano on October 23rd, 1689. A woman dressed in white grieved for the loss of her seco..
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Dear Erebus, I have lost my mind and I have lost my consciousness, therefore I shall open my somber thoughts to the darkest shadows of your deity- the..
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Broken hearts and false lullabies are all lying in the ancient story of the man in the black cloak. The storm that rides within his rage and the envy..
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