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My love pounds a nail so sharp, entering my heart and out with a spark. Led on by the precision of will.. to exact my reliable but still, most..

The open water is Gods playground, to surround the eternal enchantment. A free form of universal tricks begin, set in stride is a damp case of sk..

The fire in your heart, suffocates your tears. Pressed upon wooden cases, knowing the end is near. Silence encompasses your pain; gathered from se..

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Caught between breathes, silence stares stupidly, at- the torn exhausted soul; leaning into nothing- but himself. Time, no longer existant. ..

We walk the day out of our mind it seems, we project ourselfs as one, continuing to ignore every other subject to poverty rapidly increasing..

I've become one with the roving spirit, a steady whine in my delicate ear. The extras float and comb their dreaded locks, but I ride the soul w..

The sound amplified by darkness followed by a curious eye structured like a complex building a strength within a soul compound relationship betw..

Drift away, far away through the thickest of forests across a sea so open imag..

Weakness exported from the stuffed clouds above, though struggle lasts untouched beneath the translucent haze; amid a living four eyes, stretched ..