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Bleeding Moors.A Poem by the_ravenNightmare echoes poignant potent, the surreal march relentless, crawling through our mind. Shards of innocence Pauline John Keith. Les.. |
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The Falling Man.A Poem by the_ravenAngels on the black breeze eased the way down flames licking past through falling shards howls echoed in silence: grey silence that held a.. |
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On Ice.A Poem by the_ravenI watch the glass ease so easily half empty a picturesque delusion of happiness, mocking as the second hand floats slowly by stuttering at twelve,.. |
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