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It always happens, when you’re laying or sitting, or standing, doing nothing. You don't seem to hear the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the w..
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Transient memories swallow my brain and drown into aheart pumping outdead wisdom aeons awayfrom my fingertips.My soul homelessmy body everywhereI am a..
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Locked high in a towerher parents weredead, a girl onceforgotten, was to be wed.The town down bellow was all sick and red,the masses all riled the peo..
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Why didn’t myheart skip a beatand my eyes start to waterwhen your lips openedand you said‘I like you more than the summer sun and all its ..
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Praise beto the men in uniformand the women alldressed in blackawaiting thedeath of thepope.
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Choke me with your kiss,and f**k me‘till my heart stopsbeating to the soundof your breathing.Lay waste to your mind,and your soft skin against m..
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The entire store needs more filler but... don't worry. I'll get there eventually
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A Chapter by Enigma
“Why is the beat of a single pile of assorted tissues and blood so falsely defining? So fragile and profound without a care…” he st..
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A Chapter by Enigma
When I was a little girl I was convinced that nothing was real, and the world was all mine. Everything happened because I wanted it too, whether I kne..
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