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INCINERATED TO A PULP;SEEDS MADE UNTO VESSELS.BEHOLD THE SCENT OF MUDDY RAINS,WHEN THE FLORAS WHISPER AND INCARNATE.WHAT WAS SOWN ONCE IS MADE TWICE;O..
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An infant once, then time takes its toll.
Man's precarious destiny is one that he holds in his
hands; that is, if the tide goes his way and allo..
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I run bear soiled, I set the flock apart
I touch the nerve of still waters to summon
The pale fallen leaves of autumn’s heart,
The flyi..
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Thunderous is her rage; mother to my life and yours
The ancient spark lights up the dome with beams
brighter than Saqqara’s catacombs,
He..
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Lying after a restless day
Storms of reveries sway me from my clay,
Hours passed in endless trivial thoughts
Haunting ponderings in which I a..
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Into the night, angels fall
Obscure is thehuman mind,
For in the night, I stand tall
Eyes wide shut for an inner voice to speak,
Echoes of..
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God spoke his light unto us, commanding us to impart it for it doesn't belong to man. Yet the light quickly fades before it can ever be imparted. Wher..
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Nightly questions swaying me from my clayA universe so vast that one must dismay,Lightening struck and a being was madeA being to be and become what i..
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Lethargic I awoke from my bed of thorns
A mirage before me, night with light adorned,
The night sinks the light, yet the sun shall arose
To t..
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He has been a vagabond for more than two
years, if there is anyone who knows the depths of the night, it is him. He is a
nocturnal being for what c..
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