Writing

The blood of mankind runs swift and fine, we're silver laced copper, we rage against time. The blood of mankind runs like fine wine, we're g..

How far does Art take it when he sees the copper after escaping from the asylum for killing?

Copper frosted swan sleeps on your lips, flutters in the cold alpine wind, rustling through whitewash leaves of virgin cedar bough. Your feathers..

Heres a random haiku I made. I want you guys to guess what I am talking about.

Captured snow flakes suffering to be free

Descending winter darkness appreciated and welcomed by myself it's human companion.

The founder will not find the copper to cast the history.

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