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Me-A-Do, For I can
Come hither young
magpie, where is your loyal spouse?
Lonesome we shall be,
empty our..
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Vanity
Mirror, a blade to
strike the very soft heart, fuel both hatred and spite
Though you, dear boy,
t..
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The Tree Does Welcome
A fashion of
branches, the thicket does follow thaw
Does bode dear Edward
to s..
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The Moon-Dew Dress
Grass flutters, trees
sway
I saw the crimson
mountain line in autumn, this day.
To..
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Rose
It is not
frightening, the thorn the spike.
I stand to defend its
beauty,
Belong to no man, not
..
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The Bard and The Dragon
Such travels, that
natural waste
Through beauty clear
and fluid.
Don’t ..
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At The Foot Of The Massif
I lay at the foot of
an impossible massif
No hope or charity to
spare
Wha..
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I Hath The Will
I hath the will
But not the words
To sculpt the foresights of my quill.
I wonder..
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In the near future, humans are artificially mass-produced in factories, with zero genetic impurities. These perfect human beings are called Puritans. ..
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A young budding journalist(Edwin Cross) is put through hell when he accepts an offer to interview notorious murderer Lloyd Stone. Living in the heart ..
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