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we are, all of us just a fragile breatha small and gentle windaway from ceasing to beamong the still burning candlesin this cold, dark rooma laugh ech..
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Haunting isn't just a word I know.I've experienced the powerfulpersuasion of the dead.The bones that rattle while they creep,tapping down the hallway,..
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Sitting sets my addiction,on the ground, surroundedby these pictures, scattered and in stacksand therefore, you.Staring at my reflection, ruinedby the..
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A free feather falls, abandoned but preserved,gripped by a knightly wind.Its soft color and gracedwindle in the turbulence,doomed to meet mud and deat..
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