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He plays by pulling at the strings made of broken souls.
Their faces escape from the strings as they are pulled.
The devil plays his favorite melody..
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Struggling with shadows all around her,the darkness wrapped around her mind,mutating all perfect images in its shade of turmoil.Ghosts dance melanchol..
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Walking on broken glass,stepping carefully between the shards and the cracks in her mindso that she won't get cut on her bare feet.Pieces of her refle..
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August Until Now by Noel Michele
Whispers flow through the breeze rustling through the trees,
embodying memories that are carried on a whim,
in r..
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I sit by a waterfall. Closing my eyes and sighing, I feel the air dance around me.
I run one hand through the crystal clear waters as it sparkles f..
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On a brokenroad,
she takes paths that lead to that which is unknown,
hoping and praying to find her way home.
Shadows in her path,
in this labri..
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Crawling on the floor of the city streets
with chains wrapped around my body.
Blood dripping from deep wounds,
gripping onto stranger's ankles as..
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Walk on as the sounds of the drums grow lounder and louder,
as the thumpof your heart grows stronger and stronger,
as their melodiesbeat..
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Laying among the broken glass,
she draws one of the shards to her lips and kisses it,
blood pouring down from her lips,
rolling down her neck and s..
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The Queen of The Garden
Sunflower eyesopen towards the sky,
golden hair made of rays of sunshine,
a crown of vines.
clothing herself in r..
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