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Ragged
The girl was huddled into a ball. Perched on a branch among the heights of an old oak tree. The full moon of the day before was leering down on ...
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the Writer
Sitting alone In a bubble of Serenity Music is Playing People are Painting Imagination is churning Pleading for inspiration Staring out the window Blocking out noise Watch the people In ...
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Chasing
Chasing, Chasing Ever Racing Follow the morning that slips away Waiting, Waiting Always hating The Freedom of those who don’t stay Fighting, Fighting Never liking The task that is set ...
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the Age of Blood
Dawn An age was ending An age was dawning Blood began to rise The thirst for flesh was nigh Vampires came Vampires ruled An age where all would cry The ...