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Sometimes, all that the soul wishes for is to fly unheeded...

Marubia Geroom she is. :-D

Dirges are lullaby's to this soul.

Brooding. None so magnificent

What may be a fleeting glimpse What may be an indifferent glance A smile A greeting Gallantry in disguise? Forget them not, young l..

Somehow, the hardened shell seems to be a necessity

At last. A new, (official) beginning :)

With few, you are just like oil on water.

Bloodshot fire flaming in the eyes Morphing human, morphing animal Ravaging anger blending with incapacity The wretchedness of dependence- ..

Is this love after all? It doesn’t scream, softly treads O’er my turbid soul Isn'tloud, just a whispering wish Of a yearning t..