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A Story by Bryän
One would suppose Daniel Kaspar singularly strange, after one
quick glance inside his car. The particular articles in question are that of
one pin..
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Whatever.Life has become digital.Prescription drugs make life cyclical.Whatever.My friends are made of plasma,linked in this electric miasma.Whatever...
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Too often now, I wonder what I am.Dislocate my wrist; remove my ears and heart.Then what would remain? Why, only a sham;drifting on towards Death's ra..
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A little relic from the past that I found.
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Staring into the night;
no moon to be seen.
Oft would my mind return
to the phantasm that will only now burn.
Embers of the phantasm&r..
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Their faces in
the bark of the trees,
Stare.
Their voices
entwined with the reeds,
Scream.
Their tunes of
darkness’s key,
Sing..
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Into Limbo we are born,
And in an instant,
From Limbo we are torn.
Our moments are but
Mere grains of sand.
Intertwining, fusing togeth..
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Tombs of frozen wastes from Heaven;
Earth’s self-constructed sepulcher of ice;
Enter the connotations of Winter.
But not this eve,
N..
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A Story by Bryän
One drop of ink fell from the quill to
the yellowing page. Beyond the iron lattice- work of the chamber window, tracts
of desolate land could be obs..
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A Story by Bryän
What happens when one is left to face his obsessions alone?
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