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she wanted to know what was underneath parchment skins and pompous words, so she became a ghoul consuming nothing but flesh and blood

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC

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she wanted to know what was underneath parchment skins and pompous words, so she became a ghoul consuming nothing but flesh and blood

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In the worst of times, martyrs will march barefooted into foreign lands To toil its earth with flesh and sweat and blood They jaunt north to south searching for milk and honey and gold coins to put in their empty pockets They stop to find out that they cannot walk barefooted For the road is nothing but thorns and hot sand that scorch the feet The merciless air is aloof and condescending These people, they suffered for their skin cracks in the winter and burns in the rain Their tongue aches from speaking a different language: voices turned into an unfathomable cadence Frail skin torched like a hot tar to tissue paper leaving only blackened soot They come home with a dry mouth and scarred heart These heroes will look up above into the cold night sky to look for inkling of stars that guided them For there is nothing sweeter than to bring food back home To where hungry mouths and empty hands suffer in pain

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Sep 20, 2013

Sep 20, 2013 at 6:09 AM UTC

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Martyrs and Heroes

In the worst of times, martyrs will march barefooted into foreign lands To toil its earth with flesh and sweat and blood They jaunt north to south searching for milk and honey and gold coins to put in their empty pockets They stop to find out that they cannot walk barefooted For the road is nothing but thorns and hot sand that scorch the feet The merciless air is aloof and condescending These people, they suffered for their skin cracks in the winter and burns in the rain Their tongue aches from speaking a different language: voices turned into an unfathomable cadence Frail skin torched like a hot tar to tissue paper leaving only blackened soot They come home with a dry mouth and scarred heart These heroes will look up above into the cold night sky to look for inkling of stars that guided them For there is nothing sweeter than to bring food back home To where hungry mouths and empty hands suffer in pain

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Of distressing note Is never finding out How to keep An audience beguiled They consume mockery With more than a voracious appetite They judge an act With mouths open and eyes closed What a pity What a shame What an ordeal For the somber actor b.

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Sep 20, 2013

Sep 20, 2013 at 5:04 AM UTC

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Onlookers

Of distressing note Is never finding out How to keep An audience beguiled They consume mockery With more than a voracious appetite They judge an act With mouths open and eyes closed What a pity What a shame What an ordeal For the somber actor b.

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Desolated in the biting winter Bitter frost masking gnarling wood In the morning when the sun kisses our heads Gone are the icicles with a thousand facets Fragile emotions only whisper Sorrows and regrets to keep you company In your consummate solitude All of which juxtapose your worth b.

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Sep 19, 2013

Sep 19, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC

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Solitary

Desolated in the biting winter Bitter frost masking gnarling wood In the morning when the sun kisses our heads Gone are the icicles with a thousand facets Fragile emotions only whisper Sorrows and regrets to keep you company In your consummate solitude All of which juxtapose your worth b.

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