Lying underneath each splendid spectacle of art, just beneath the skin, an ink blankets my veins, bringing peace to a mind that has longed for this day. A day that until now, was scattered about
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They pierce my heart…
Big brown eyes…
I fell fast, but…
I fell much harder
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The glow of the moon lit the room ever so slow, my nightstand taking on a life of its own, with delicate shadows dancing around each object, reflecting its scene, awake I am now
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A few more miles, and at home I shall be
With blood on thy hands
There, I left him, for all of the world to see
No, this wasn’t by chance
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A thousand trees standing in front of me, painting the scene, the scene of a landscape of stupendous green, all of which these two eyes have never seen, each with branches that tickle
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