Forsaken Tomorrow When life becomes death and death becomes life
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For love that you want to burn down. Crimson Reds And Pitch Blacks. In your eyes will rage a thousand fires,. You have loved and will love a lot more,. But these fires can burn down every little thing you worked for. I know you feel so helpless that raging tides of tears well up. You contain oceans within that tiny body of yours. A leaf under frozen waters.
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The Lamp, the Teacup and some Chaotic Overthinking. The ramblings of a confused human being. Shadow called on the house next door. By wilted lilies on the garden floor. And rueful, pale daylight. The doorbell watches the front door swing. But Shadow past its sight. Footsteps panic to and fro. With all to wait and none to know. 8216;neath haunted clouds, so white. Lace hankies, frail and foreigner.
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