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Born from dust,
Brought to it at last,
We are all humans;
Mortals, like the shadows we cast.
Running after the world,
Trying to contain it in a..
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Her eyes open a little and see the morning light coming through the sheer curtains of her room. She lazily streches her arm and grabs her phone from t..
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The wolf calls out to the moon,
Wailing into oblivion,
Asking to help find a lost path,
Or maybe a forgotten love.
The wolf bickers and curses t..
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I wipe the fog off the mirror with my hand,
The frailty in my knees makes it hard to stand,
The blurry bathroom lights impale my eyes,
The water st..
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Is the eternal rest eternal and promised?
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