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Death’s Love Song
This is Death’s love song, he takes off his top hat and then just like that all the black doves are gone. Just like a black magic trick, they fly away off into the distance whilst the grim weeper cries. Black tears of tainted sorrow. Drip and put out his wick, now his blue soul…
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The Passage of Time Destroys Indiscriminately
The hare goes pretty fast, running throughout the everglades. Wonder how long it can last before it’s stamina begins to fade. Sorry, what I meant to say is that my hair grows pretty fast. I get it all cut neatly one weekend then when just two measly weeks pass and it’s grown down to my…
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unpathetic fallacy
they came from out of the rain. bringing but one thing with them; everlasting pain. they’ve infected my quill, my name, my pen. now all that’s excreted be a viscous, blood red…

