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My stories

Raskolnikov

Tell me, am I insane? Is it thoughts of you, drive me insane?

The Abject Point at which You Say No

Love you. How the mighty words do but fall. And still falling we bleed and say them still. These words in which we are immured, we call Ourselves forth to bask in, blinding us ill.

An Image of a City Still There

Beauty so deep affects the deep heart’s core, O’ City, City, how I will miss thee, An image deep in my mind to be bore. Streets that cast serenity within me,

the storm

long since left there is still a perilous state we are still standing on a precipice the omnipotent storm still raging in our mind

Vanished Rooms

Those rooms vast, fast vanished; I relinquished them for you, My mind vanquished from my life, Spaces that could have breathed, Faces I will never know. Those rooms life suppressed;

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