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Resting Six Feet Beneath the Seabed
It burns so bright, my heart feels tight. My soul of pure white turns into a grey, ashen blight. My deeds carried out thus far have been nulled and void. Now I’m a fallen star – by my faith, I had been toyed. No longer will I, my destiny, avoid. With the power of a…
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Fantanlantis
There exists, out there, a desperate wish. For man to return to the realm of fish. Atlantis beckons and it calls forwards throughout time…
McDream's Poetry 