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Lost
A distant gleam in the rippling watersHere I see, upon a steep, moss cliff There is no sound, only the slosh of the waves merging along with the solemn if ...
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Scorching Words
SCORCHING WORDSWords pierce me like daggersDevouring me in a vicious feastI am no more myselfI am a another, a wilted soulListening to those callous commentsStruck me in my very own ...