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Nothing more than a shadow he stalks the moor, Giving her an acknowledging glance. He turns to face the empty distance There is Darkness; there is nothingness on the shore. Every step engulfed by a torrent of flames; Each move a silent break from reality. Nothing but the darkness accepts his frailty. His secret and wild desires remain untamed. No more than a ghost he walks the path. Feeling nothing for anyone, Shifting to look at the passive faces of everyone. No guilt, no sorrow, no remorse, just pain. His pain a mystery waiting to rise from some dark depth. A story cloaked by calm and misdirection. You may search at your own digression. Alas, for now He walks in hollow footsteps.
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
Footsteps
Nothing more than a shadow he stalks the moor, Giving her an acknowledging glance. He turns to face the empty distance There is Darkness; there is nothingness on the shore. Every step engulfed by a torrent of flames; Each move a silent break from reality. Nothing but the darkness accepts his frailty. His secret and wild desires remain untamed. No more than a ghost he walks the path. Feeling nothing for anyone, Shifting to look at the passive faces of everyone. No guilt, no sorrow, no remorse, just pain. His pain a mystery waiting to rise from some dark depth. A story cloaked by calm and misdirection. You may search at your own digression. Alas, for now He walks in hollow footsteps.
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
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