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A Poem by arya
In the shape of the skull lies womanhood, a mere clay form of repetition.Word after word taken from the mud below, from the echoes of the coffins and ..
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A Story by arya
Or won't hold on to it like we do.Because the night star fades each time it catches the glimpse of the rising moon; the river holds her hand and her b..
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