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The coast shakes quakes falls to crumbles. People cry over those who die, souls stolen in the wake of earth's destruction. Alas love pulls us together, replanting roots unbroken; we begin this life anew. But. Lucky are the soulless who've left this world unseen as it's my single skeleton that lingers under me (I was your last act) (a tragedy scene). In the wake of your destruction I'm ***** and unclean, And because of this, I shall know no other end, than to hopelessly exist --- as there's no reconstruction. no humanity.
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
What Shall Become of Me?
The coast shakes quakes falls to crumbles. People cry over those who die, souls stolen in the wake of earth's destruction. Alas love pulls us together, replanting roots unbroken; we begin this life anew. But. Lucky are the soulless who've left this world unseen as it's my single skeleton that lingers under me (I was your last act) (a tragedy scene). In the wake of your destruction I'm ***** and unclean, And because of this, I shall know no other end, than to hopelessly exist --- as there's no reconstruction. no humanity.
emily-7
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
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