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My heart had fallen through the realm to AnubisAgainst the feather of Ma'at there was no comparisonBeating on a scale, the weight of sin was deeply en..
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Through every season,it was only winter the bridge met.Winter,as cruel and disheartening,was the only one who could hold me as he does.The only one wh..
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There was a day a present was givena yellow flower in my palmsstolen a moment laterspite blossomsbut the value is goneThe same goes for trust givencru..
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No end is there to the fear of free-fallingYet there I fall onto bent knee praying loudly in the recess of my mind"God, if there is one-"All the words..
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Her face was painted: white, red, blueThe blue curved around her eye lids, like a children's drawingThe white faded her face like rice cake with no fl..
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I lie my head upon a pillow of thornsHair tangling to the rootsYet there goes my eyes, slipping further away from meI've lost to slothI've lost all co..
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for the intro, an ethereal soprano accompanied by the warm bass clarinetyet the beginning was muteeverything like a black filmalthough the reel is rol..
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Dreams of foggy skiesDroplets of pitter-patterDrive by and loosen the tie
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"Maybe, once upon a time, I wanted to be everything I seemed to be lacking...except, it wasn't very easy nor satisfying.To change is a promise from ne..
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Dearest beloved gentle of soulwhose morbid sense of humor humiliates those weak at heartThe words spoken through feather touch coils in sharp ..
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