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Th rose to my chest, a fragrant, renewed sent...
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I pull out a silver coin, much resembling the moon on this very night...
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Why, oh why, are we made to?
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The soft grass between my fingers...
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A story about a young girl and her lost love...
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The leaves twirl, dance in the wind...
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I live in a place called Mysteries, a place that no one knows...
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I stare past the horizon, gazing
into the deep reds and magnificent oranges that fade into the sky in a
wonderful blend of colours. A loud, echoing ..
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Choking on the golden strands...
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The glass shatters,Breaking into pieces at my feet,I stare down at them,Gazing into the eyes of ahideousbeastBruised cheeks;A scar framed face;Blood s..
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