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Alone she stands, the humble fighterGrasps the knife, the weakest sightBeneath the sunset, that marks the endOf one more useless, November dayAnother ..
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Nothing can steal true love. Not even death.
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I love you he whispers, her breath on his lipsThe ring on her finger, along with his kissThis is his forever, in the palm of his handsThe center of ev..
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Writing can take you anywhere.
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Forbidden longing, and treacherous desire.
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Read it and see!
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Young Nyx does stand, amongst the clouds
Battle scars reflecting, off of her sacred moon
Her wrists the field been fought upon
When the angels took..
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Sometimes darkness can bring us true love.
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If my words could build a staircase, that would carry you to your dreams
A smile would stretch, across your face, and maybe you’d love me, once..
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I remember the rain, pounding on the roof like slow, steady gunshots.
I can remember your screams, the fear, yet the concentratio..
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