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- Parts 23
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Ongoing, First published Sep 02, 2017
Again: precarious. When blood remains, I see the world tripping over the edge of the sword, red and forgotten. They drop, drop, drop-- balance. And we fall endlessly. [a poetry series by alice © 2017]All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- [1] This is Where We EndSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [2] We Live for NothingSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [3] Paper EmpiresSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [4] How to Forget: A Revision on HistorySun, Sep 3, 2017
- [5] Blade and BalanceSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [6] Bleeding KnivesSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [7] CorporisSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [8] AleksanderSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [9] The Trick is to Kill the VersusSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [10] I Am a Thief with Half a HeartSun, Sep 3, 2017
- [11] Madness in GrayMon, Sep 4, 2017
- [12] A Silver Heart Lost and FoundMon, Sep 4, 2017
- [13] The Silence We Killed SavedMon, Sep 4, 2017
- [14] Is There SomewhereMon, Sep 4, 2017
- [15] An Asylum for Our DownfallMon, Sep 4, 2017
- [16] Dead Poet in ConstructionMon, Sep 4, 2017
- [17] HegiraMon, Sep 4, 2017
- [18] Midnight DosagesSun, Sep 24, 2017
- [19] The Words I Kill For You/TFri, Sep 29, 2017
- [20] On Nightmare and UglinessThu, Nov 2, 2017
- [21] Here is You, Now LeaveSat, Nov 4, 2017
- [22] Be My Omega, I Will Be Your AlphaSat, Nov 11, 2017
- [23] MirrorsSat, Nov 11, 2017
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