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Dying flame

A Poem by Maranatha

Dying flame Every day is a struggle to follow you as my flesh takes over, I have fallen so deep into the darkness, but all the while remained so..

poem: black hair and sapphire

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

You were cruel, but not in waysmore measurable than our peersand, well,cruelty was a code ofliving anyway. You were the only one thenI wished had seen..