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My black rose, what is this dew of blood that envelops thy delicate petals of darkness and melancholy? `T is the blood that pours ..

Through an open hole in the clouds where all life begins, A stream, calm as the tears that flow from your father’s face, A deep river covere..

Decrepit thing I am, a shadow of a shadow, Roaming shores to shield these faults, which come Only when the Moon should discover my eyes. Yet wh..

Feathered wings flutter over sable and ivory talons. And song inspired strings, struck by the mighty hammers, Greet the deafening silence with pea..

See-through world of which I know no compassion, Born to the Earth’s dust and Hell’s fire, Forged in the shape of an ambiguity, You a..

So here I am, and I stand Amongst the lost leaves of Fall. And as I stare into the murky water Flooding at my feet, I see my lost beginning, My ..

An intense white, softened by beautiful brown, Enamors me as I stare. Until I reach the darkness, I dare not digress My intimate glance.So rare ..

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