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Life and Death; the quarreling sisters.

journal 07232015 title: subtle stings

And so begins the killing of exiles.

I literally have no idea

Where death looms, life lingers.

I felt myself crumbling inside those stone walls. Strength meant nothing; the cement there, Only to mend the stones for a few years time, The stone..

I won't remember you by tomorrow morning.

Who hath treaded the same path, Of the dropped and buried souls, And not thought twice about where thy stood?

Time has fled, once red lips, faded pale with loss of conscious, while a dreary sight of light lures her to a frightful eternity.

A raven, a snake, two friends, and an unresolved mystery.