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Where art thou life?Why am I caught in this whirlwind when I seek direction?When I pursue a course, it closes itself to me.When I flee, the storm foll..
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Ghosts. ghosts. ghosts.Friendly when foreign, A foe when familiar.I spit out all that I love, for fear it may be poison.Slowly hemlock taints me.Weake..
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The wave of a hand,passing through,The flight of your smileMaking it's appearanceSecrets. Promises. Vows and half spilled lies.Strewn about the traces..
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A hope projected to naive eyes. Grasping at shadows, cold. Be the weary lamb, a wolf, starving? hiding in the locks of the welcomed? Come on in then, ..
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