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Is it strange
That I still feel
The way your fingers twined through my hair
And the soft pressure of your lips
I can still feel
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What is there left of me
After what's been taken away
This empty hollow
Were my heart was once nestled
Echoes uncomfortably in the stillness
Ho..
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Jada ran swiftly through the trees. The forest was her only hope for escape. Mayor Trask had proclaimed her witch and outlaw after one of her episod..
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All I know in the end
Is that I feel incomplete
Hollow somehow
Missing a vital piece
A cog, a spring, a lever, a key
Something that should ..
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The oldest was only seventeen.
I still see their faces, the gleam in their frightened eyes, the tremble of their lips, the frantic beating of the ..
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Forward in the end,
is the way we all must go.
Though we look back
at the sepia memories of our past,
we must look forward to traverse the path
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I feel it crawling
like insects,
inside my brain.
This thing that longs to be set free
prowls beneath my skin,
through my veins.
Its touch a f..
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A poem originally written some years ago, recently reworked into the piece it is now.
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