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The strange faces and lost wanderers gather under a desolute moon. Their hopes, wishes, and aspirations beam through the sky-lit aura of their eyes. I..
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My blade sliced through her tender skin quiet smoothly, as I removed another piece of flesh from her white, naked stomach.
Just the way I liked ..
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A shadowed face grins at me through a ceaseless smile. The clouds part, momentarily, long enough for me to grasp a winding wave of glimmer. A trick in..
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The quest for resolution did not bid him company. The tides of comfort passed, unfelt, and untimely to the extend of his reach. His journey was clear..
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Beautiful and dying,In the shallows of his keeping,Drown the wildflowers.Too much rain has left them miserable.And the dying sun hasturned them weak.H..
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He wanted to run. He wanted to flee with great haste- away from the cold, chilling air. Away from the grisly tombstones and foul, putrid stench of de..
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