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SpamHopeless minority in the territory, and the general screeching sound. The sound was like nothing he caused by the notes of cloud trumpets and those from sleep, an intoxicated person, a lunatic and however, having, with all the kings, heartily.Spam
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The TravelerBathed in deep fog, he extends his step, pacing toward the light that guides his path. The destination draws nearer, despite the endlessness that he feels. His only companion lies in his shadow, subservient, ignorant of its will. The chilling breeze begins to crack the skin upon his neck as he further slips into dementia, and somehow onward he paces, perseverance has yet to fail him.The Traveler
His head lightens as he lights up his last cigarette, a habit he should have rid himself of years ago. "She awaits me, I would never leave her waiting," he convinces himself with each foot put forward. The power of love oppresses him to stride on, sw
by ~shredmasterjonathan
30 Yards and Countingwithin one sigh and one cold shutter the tides of my sanity washed me away burnt by the presence of salt no artist can draw my feelings no words can describe my thoughts a thought? a word? a feeling? my mind twitches and hangs helplessly on each and everyone of hers future tense, she may never know, as my past is as desolate as the next line ______________________ chicken soup for the insane soul? restitution and bitter compromise. HARK! the sound of my mind escaping me! she nears... flesh ripping winds of embarassment over what? say nothing... it's better this way. i see30 Yards and Counting
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