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Open a gate, to a path of smoke and fireUpon which stalk dark angels and bright demons,The entities one and the same, sewn,Born, of the binding of lov..
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Upon our world, we stand astern, vigilanteOf everything under the sun,Observant of our new horizons,Tied to our old ones, tales sailed and done.
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Dew drops on green grass plains,Given life by the history of the place.Spears in the earth, life beside ire,Arrows born of tree, swords born of fire.R..
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Parts of ourselves are locked away,As other parts come out to play.And when all is dear that once was dead,We open milky eyed gaze to the worldnewly w..
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Pages staring blankly at mefrom 'neath my ink, cryingto bear meaning.Such pain, indescribablepain, the want of meaning,unfulfilled, tearing and shredd..
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They were angry at me.A million voices projecting high pitched screams through my skull,making it ring.But my face was still.
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I gazed at the keys.I'm not sure what I was planning. I never told Myself what I was planning in Me. Things got about if you told anyone.So I didn't.T..
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Because then I met you.I don't know how you feel now, after reading what I have written. Disgust? Revulsion? I don't even know if you feel anything to..
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This road was different.Unlike the world of man, I was not of the world of woman, and for my purposes, my goal, I could not be.Institutions made expos..
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A while I spent with that entity, the avatar of masculine passion. But soon I was aware that what I sought would not be found there among my aphrodisi..
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