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‘Regale,

Now, as I sleep at last, heart to heart, will I offer you my very reality from the past. Nothing but the truth, a noir of my sanity, reveals the pain of loneliness as I speak of profanity . The shadows clear my sight While being lifted by the clouds at sunlight. To be able…
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‘Elegy,

The night echoes in my memory as I gaze to the shallow stars. To inhale my first breath, unknown by then, the stars guided me to Eden towards the unperfect perfection created by elegy. The light of wintertime evolved with the waves of the north. Countless twinkles shine in me eyes as I bring forth…
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‘Purity,

Once before the roses of the night ascended at great hight. Flock of butterflies flew into the sky as they fled from the decry. How it is; “to love only with ardour, as yesterday sight became my lore.” Countless nights had stopped me once, but the forevermore fondness lingered in me with dunce. One…
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‘Invaluable,

To this day, as unfortunately I have been, shall I always remember your tearless cries. To let out a breath, towards perfection, have I not always spoken without lies. Blessed with the memories of the night and the way of home that shadowed me to your eyes. Single tears that linger over your cheek, forget…
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‘Impalpable,

to wander throughout my vein,as slowly I stream with their waves.with shadows under my soulso often I know my life in vain. Yet, unknown, but felt from within,does my soul express its emotion. feeling the relentless pursuitof the drawings that brightens my path. to uncover the artist in a merely play as it reveals itself…
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‘unctuous,

Now, Breath the shallow air, flow with the waves of the sea, linger over the scent of despair, and be conscious of your spree. Thus, The guidance of my heir is the heart of my darkness, broken, fragile, and the last of its kind. What was not promised became the identity of my fallout. Therefore,…
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‘pontificate,

The moment between the silence whispers the hidden, imperfect, truth. As I experience the secret of history Whereas I bleed with my sorrow. As I breath with the demand frequently will I behold the truth in me? The road less travelled, The kingdom demise of a nation, The waltz that lingers over my hand, Thus,…
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‘Selene,

I lost you when rain softly sang a song In ethereal voices. Spirits ahead, dawn of awakening, violence of love and the truth of few choices. To remember, if not told already, the guiding lights that extended our muse. I Hold thee dearly into my arms as I search for an ending for this abuse.…
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‘Subterfuge,

The unforgiven sight in my heart blindfolds the truth in my heart. The truthful giver lingers in my heart as the lies unfold the truth in my heart. The unholy driven wanders slowly in my heart, now I fear the truth in my heart. The hollies Ativan shadows the pain in my heart as I…
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‘Viola,

I Have not spoken the truth, yet, but today, I will speak with my heart. If A Thousand nights have shown me their grace as I wonder with my lost eye in their art. Have I not seen them lost in their maze, thus, why shall I fall apart? The unknown that wanders through my…
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‘Nightingale,

Within the depth of the looming stars shall I implore to the dawn of faith. A Breath away, with singularity, have I disowned my fallen wraith. There Is this longing desire for exhilarating hope, and after that, time is our forgotten odes. My eternal eclipse darkens the hallowed ruins, thus, the beginning of the end…
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‘Confrontation,

‘This Sunday, My Head is empty, as I disregard time, between reality and fantasy, I have found my insidious prime. A Breath away from the northern spirit, here I am, alone, between our lifetime. In these shadows I walk my path and conquer the al mighty misty meadows. To wander between two breaths as I…
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‘Rendition,

‘This Sunday, Part Two: Forever you wait, around the edge of darkness, between the truth and lies, as we shiver in the cold of the endless night. Tonight, the beginning of the end, arises like a bed of roses. As the shadows at the gates Slowly disappear into the light. Deep into…
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‘Homily,

‘This Sunday, Part One; With my hands I hold my mystic moon as I follow the shadows into the abyss. With A slow drift to my unfamiliar part I sought for the unknown truth. To behold or not to behold the entire truth in me. Frightened and lost I sought for the child…
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‘Reminiscence,

‘This Sunday, I Have not heard the silenced hill scream for her crying tears. Lingering with wind and chills did I feel my muse in her ears. Today we dance to the pulse of my heart and through her veins we willow for years. Let me kiss our goodbyes, let me forget the memorising music…
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