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This will be the last thing I post, at least for a long while.
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Soft light protrudes through a half-drawn window with
curtains of lace.
In my dreams, I can feel your hands on my face.
In a dream, you left me w..
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There are people since the world was made That run and run to catch the last shade of day Never seeming to catch up to those ahead As they push on and..
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Its actually my first try at writing a Chiasmus.
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I had a dream, where I laid next to a beautiful woman in a blue dress. This was the result. Pardon any and all typos.
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It's just a dusty floor with no brillianceSounds that no longer existRust that creeks lost all benevolenceMemories that won't be uselessI love the flo..
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Hurt sitting by the windowpane, sorrow fills my soul in the rain.Girl with demon eyes and angel wings, she calls me down just to lift me up.She touche..
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I wrote this when I was 14 or 15, so 5 or 6 years ago.
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The wind through trees is the waves on the sand and rain in the fields. Their concept of concussive sound is the spirit of the earth. The purity of t..
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As I cry to know, thy love Oh Lord, the icy pain stabs at my heart. The snow grows colder than the shore, plead to be a saint, set apart. Black ash,..
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