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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Edgar Allan..
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It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
Edgar Allan P..
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe
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A 'scream' is always just that - a noise and not music.
Carl Jung
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Crying wolf is a real danger.
David Attenborough
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There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
Willa Cather
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Threatening clouds,Dangerously hovering over,
dancing inside my head,
Bulging with tints of grey,
Driven by a demon’s force,
A..
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This is my last poem,
A swan song of only black
notes,
As always, I’m writing with
poisonous thorns
And my dark, dark blood,
Now ..
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A collection of Dark Poetry, a bit of Poe'ish sentiment and yes, I know, not worthy of the Master.
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