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First Born*Sunrise towards my mental reflection; / Contemplating where my journey is directed. / Lying in the sweat of broken slumber;
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PillowMorning light strays / Across her weary eyes / Feelings quietly disappeared
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HadesCold winds killing the breath of life; / Lands saturated with the bones of the dead. / Pondering the meaning of so much destruction;
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AsylumThe end of our journey / on the horizon's center; / the last stop to this asylum
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NighttimeI walked through the empty lot / noticing the depression of time; / street lamps flickering within the subtle
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Succubus*The rooms remain empty: / Voices echo in the halls / from the lips of strangers.*
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Brown Paper BagSitting on a park bench / Could not help but notice / A paper bag pressed against
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PersephoneHe stared into the eyes of Persephone / Mesmerized by the reflections concealing / A broken spirit; those beautiful
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Good IntentionsPromise me / Forever; / Lie with intent
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Crayonsunlucky are the days; these / keys no longer open doors. / Pennies exchanged for emotions
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