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If I hide my face from you,I hide your face from me,Protection with a price tag:Loveless anonymity.A hood for all occasions,Casting shadows day or nig..
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We find ourselves through trial and error.
Identity is perpetually in flux; each day we meet ourselves anew.
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Rivulets of red,Like tears from crying veins,Seek freedom from my charred black heart,My life leaves crimson stains.A kindled fire that once drew clos..
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Savage, his fangs,Moist, his lips.Sallow, his frame,Bony, his hips.Black, his suit,The black of night.A swallowing gloom,No end in sight.He lurched wi..
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Never have I seen before,Such wild and baseless rage,As the storm that sprang from depths unseen,To enshroud man leather with age.What torment hath aw..
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The tempo increases,the tune becomes discordant, fractured,a stereo-clatter cacophony,an orchestra of chaos,the end advances with sour half-steps.
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A heart burdened by the echoes of dying memories,Of moments hung, drawn, and quartered by the fore-march of entropy,Of treasures buried beneath Time&r..
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It
was that absurd dead time between midnight and morning where the city whispered
echoes of days buried and premonitions of those yet to come. The ..
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Charlie
awoke to the languid serenity of an empty apartment, the whining of the traffic
outside little more than a muted buzz duet with the peaceful..
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A technological thriller set in current times, Guerrilla Internet tackles the themes of privacy, security, and freedom of expression in the age of a..
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