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Wow, this is an old one...
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invoke the scent of old summer mornings, the glitter of dust floating in golden sunlight. dim light of hindsight fades, sharpens memory liquid with th..
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Nostalgia is biting at my heels again.I was out spending time with a friendwhen I walked into your store.There you stood, hard-eyed and tall;angry tha..
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Bring forth words into darkness:Worlds walk, living side by side, incarnate in sleeping figures- stark-ornate, filled with little despairs and joys.Wo..
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She dances, prances:turning her face to and from him--a flirtatious girl in a gown of blue.He spirals, smiles:invincible fire in his bright eye, and m..
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The music conjures up strange images, emotions long past their sell-by date:Anight's dark debauchery well spent;Sunfire streaking through Atlanta whil..
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You spat at my mouth, and I wept sorely at our parting;Would you speak to me now, Brother--you who denied me thrice?Have you learned what you needed t..
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i am anathema, cursed be my name--left to the darkness for your peace of mind.and i am anathema.you were the light,but i am anathema.i am anathema, ra..
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The flame burned down at the tips of my fingersand I inhaled pale-coloured death, thinking:we die of consumption.I've been passing timesucking down fa..
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