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She stares the horizon away from civilization
And goes to the venture beyond destruction and creation,
She avoids traits and habits while taking her..
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My sight became prolific but still it is held in captivity,And it will be until the asterisks unchain the rage of the storm.On that day they will awak..
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A lovely tune is dwelling outsideBetween the moss and the clouds,While wind whispers of the mirrorsThat can waste our ways of thinking away.Dark and c..
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She is burying down her feet,
As the wind picks up mortified leaves from the ground.
After she whispered her sorrows in complete silence,
The tress..
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When will the winter rain in your mind fall to its eternal rest?
As I am speaking up and coming out from my old shell,
Lack of trust is faking your ..
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The Hand is arranging the stones in parallel
With already collocated line of Time,
It is getting tired of this everlasting cycle.
Melancholy creeps..
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Flying from the ground upwards,Catching the star shadows who areStill dwelling in the day time skies.As the ocean is vastly distant,See the web of wav..
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Brows are relaxed and lonelyAs ashes perfectly fill up their open spaces.Hairs would arise on his toned faceWith every pore glistening beyond reality,..
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As I watch you walk by in pure harmonyYour eyes show me the core of your morbid dawn,Lit by the torches of flaming desire with wood of carved artistry..
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