Oh, the leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame and the first moths of summer suicidal came; suicidal came.…
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Farewell – no words to say. Beside the cross on your grave and those forever burning candles. Needed elsewhere. To remind…
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Long is the way we have come. Still, nothing changes under the sun. The day we lay ahold the wind rocks…
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Do something today that your future self will thank you for.
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I have seen the shape of the fallen. The guardian of the gates. I have seen the darkest one behind them.…
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Some day the earth will weep, she will beg for her life, she will cry with tears of blood. You will…
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It’s absurd to hope that we can bring life on a dead planet like Mars, if we can’t sustain it on…