As the emerald form lashed with its forked tongue, the maiden gave to the excruciating fall of madness.
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Rambles of the Mind
PoetryBits that may never appear in my works, but wish to be expressed. Bits that spark from nothing it everything. Each one a thought or dream.
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As the emerald form lashed with its forked tongue, the maiden gave to the excruciating fall of madness.
