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The leechA Poem by loading...The swine that is The leech. |
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DarkA Poem by ObscurityNoneAnother shot at a quick-thought Lanturne. Syllable pattern: 1-2-3-4-1 |
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Cold BloodedA Poem by Fire&IceWhen the hands become reptilian,with a distinct sheen that slips down the wrist,and the blood goes cold without the sun..You know it's inside youLurki.. |
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gloom of darkA Poem by annawhat if your shadow was there forever until your death? |
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haunted whispersA Poem by annaa soul of a haunting cry |
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Lurking demons?A Poem by TrivénNever far from dark thoughtsyet these are not my ownthey're the products of imagined sympathyof all the foul and immorality absorbedinto a single enti.. |
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The Abhorrent ResistorA Poem by Mahlo MetsysA secret |
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And You Love AgainA Poem by Alfred Kukitzis love in the air |
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