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Skies Labeled Lost
Glasses of wine and and cups filled with sin, mornings of thought following nights filled with gin intentions they fall and actions they stay till time blows on and they ...
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The deranged writer
A writers dreams, are like a crazy persons thoughts or maybe his thoughts, are just what that crazy person does whatever the case, his art sets him free, he opens ...
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She smelled of death
She smelled of death, like a rotting soul, yet still, I did approach her, I wished to help, I thought I could, but never have I been so wrong, she ...
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Rules don't exist
I don't think its true, yet of course it may be since truths are just truths to those whom believe if belief is the law in the land of the ...
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The Couple
The two sat in peaceful silence. They we're in a quiet bar, shortly after mid-night. The man had a beer, while his wife held her tears. One hand around her ...