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I am walking in a haunted land full of voices. Too many voices and not enough faces to claim them. I am disturbed by so many shadows. No sun to make them. Not even a moon to erase them. I am drowning in waters full of corpses. Each one pulling me down into the darkness. Trapped in a well of raging night, joy has lost all meaning here. Claw marks on these walls of stone, sign my fate away…
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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I am walking in a haunted land full of voices. Too many voices and not enough faces to claim them. I am disturbed by so many shadows. No sun to make them. Not even a moon to erase them. I am drowning in waters full of corpses. Each one pulling me down into the darkness. Trapped in a well of raging night, joy has lost all meaning here. Claw marks on these walls of stone, sign my fate away…
[Want to expand (incomplete); Submitted May 24, 2014; Copyright 2014]
jas-citrine
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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