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a ventA Poem by avarion23It is the principle of my tongues glory to strike gambit with the mass of incessant patronizers. No triumph is greater than attaining victory by .. |
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Vanity and the number 11A Poem by avarion23Falsettos ring out in the still of this afternoon beckoning for our hands to hold, we relive all the vanity and the mirrors'lies we seek more than re.. |
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my lady of maladyA Story by avarion23So long as you think you are content I watch you take the old rope in your hand, the wilted fabric some of it turning to dust in your palm, you wr.. |
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needle deep in mocked heresyA Story by avarion23your teeth are shining red and you still laugh at me. your eyes are black your lips have turned blue and you still laugh at me. such a pretty smile... |
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sacrament of endeavorA Poem by avarion23I will not come peacefully, If you try to preach to me your superiority, the glory of a nation you defend so deceitedly. Don't speak to me, I'm not .. |
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so much for prizesA Story by avarion23Her: "if I were to kiss you would that settle the score?"...Him:"it cannot be settled for the point was not to conclude with such a sealed reverie.".. |
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b******s griefA Story by avarion23I beg o' thee for thine spite I beg o' thee for thine voucher. Distraught remedies mine tattered will seek this night. Put to my lips the stone flas.. |
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