andrew-e-savageWhisper

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Silenced BeautyOh, how Emmaline did write, / Her touch to the parchment; / How she thought it was a plight,
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Apr 14, 2012
Abyssal ScapeMy feet steadfast upon the soil, / The ground stirs beneath me. / The translucent smoke levitates about,
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Dec 13, 2011
RainbowMonotony plagues me, / Parchment dulled with gray; / Alleviation claiming my wishes,
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Dec 10, 2011
CollapseHere I stumble / Atop this tower, / Abyssal ground below.
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Dec 8, 2011
UnstableI walk merrily, / My mind filled with glee. / I feel happy,
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Oct 22, 2011
PowerlessI sit here as hell unfolds, / Relentless power encapsulating me. / I cannot bare to watch it;
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Sep 18, 2011
FeelingsMy feelings, swirling about, / Interlocking, changing, altering; / Certainty forever distant.
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Sep 13, 2011
TimeThe archaic, dusty hand moves steadily, / Moving upon each slot eloquently, yet, / Uncaring.
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Sep 12, 2011
SerenityHere I lie, my body still. / I stare at the ceiling above me, unmoving. / My eyes shift to you, lying next to me.
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Jul 18, 2011
LifeMy soul is restless, uncomforted. / My mind is troubled, agitated. / My body is weary, fatigued.
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Jul 18, 2011
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