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As the burnt moth tumbled her wings aflame, you became a gentle rain easing the consuming pain, extinguishing the destructive fire, guiding her f..

Winds flutter Weak wings: my sails, they billow tearing I crash on the rocks below. Solid rock, Your arms, enclose my lost soul Just yo..

The seed was art. From it grew a shoot: creativity. Then the roots pulled downwards - painting, drawing, colours - reaching deep, spreading out. ..

Children walk in, they shed a tear. A new place! An unknown face, But never fear. Be my friend, til playtime's end, We'll guide you dear. Kinderg..

For Raven

Crack by crack I begin to fracture, Seeking a way to rebuild my structure. Beam by beam Try to construct a frame To guard and uphold my inte..

The tranquil time vanished, flames smoulder eating her; nourished on her energy. Questions, doubts causing her pain: weakness. The fire con..

There's a pot, it's boiling over, spilling at the sides, Hot steaming water, making your sweetheart cry. But, there's a girl, she's strong and ro..

Deep down on the ocean floor Waits a monster or maybe four. One by one at my soul they tore, Until they exposed my inner core Gnawing at me til it..