"Mother, mother nature
Satyr and cupid, thorny and rigid
Dearest, dearest departure
Takes flight at 25 pm
Belittled raindrops, dimensional hops
Parliament falls, another loop passes."
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Intermezzo, they called it break.
When words holds much more power than silence, no entity shall go unnoticed; no life forgotten; no mind unreadable. Emotions will keep flowing, down the moulded statues, a stone path made from everything but cobblestones; and they will spark despair, frustration, they will show no mercy. Do not run, give in, to the glaring white light - become one with your chaotic peace. Take what nature has offered you and learn to be mature. Pay attention to your surroundings near and far; from watching you will feel, you will understand. From watching you will see, and your eyes shall open.
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Broken mandibule, blood streaming down from the lost nasal bone, lachryma allowing tears to pour without a stop. It hurts, it hurts, a wail echoing in the distant. Release, release, came a plea to let go. Vultures perched on the iron rust, the smell of death inviting them in. This is real life, behind the curtains, where corsets are crushing the insides and reforming bones into a new body. And applause, we did it for applause and glory.
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"Low lights and lampposts,
Flickering darkness
In light thee shall find despair
In hope, thy shall feel fear
Discover flaws, crumbling cheese tarts
A time for tea, a party for two
The third wheel hangs."
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Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
