Closure
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Counting Demons
Frivolity is by my countin rare supply in the skyclouds they will mountan image for an eye. See the storm it roils,like the blood in me boils.I ask those about meand all they know are toils. Saddness profound inthe beginning and end;I have purpose I want serve uswine to absolve all sin. Closure for your Continue reading
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What Burns Bright
Somber my days are now,but they were not before.I use to live in graceful vows,touching cheeks I adored. I live at the bottom barrelwhere muck askews hope.I used to ride a carousel litbright lights pretty tropes. Where the songs of the dayI knew them so well kissingmy love all and every waynot a single crevasse Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
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