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ChainsFor most people / chains are apart of their being. / They are chained to a job

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Sep 26, 2012

Frost OwlsId like to draw you a soul that fits mine. / The two halves of a small glass shell. / But.

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Mar 8, 2012

Lincoln SaidWars rage in between the static charge of our hatred. / Look at us. / For once, really look.

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Oct 16, 2012

MuseMy Muse is a fickle fair weathered breeze, / staying just long enough to rustle my leaves and abandoning me / burning in the passionate colors of Fall.

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Oct 1, 2012

Rag dollAre nightmares only for the sleeping? / Or do they fester and grow / on the furrows of our soul

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Oct 6, 2012

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