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Strange Love -2-Sing me a shotgun serenade, lover. My love burns unyielding, like the fire of Hell. Destined to die, to die loveless. To such perverse lifes,Strange Love -2-
Sing me a shotgun serenade, friend. Whilst stroking metal against your china cheek, Black hair draping across algae eyes Flames rooted deep inside So wrong this poison alcohol. Drunkenly beautiful, still stroking Scraping the skin of your flesh. This uncomforable, wrong desire Painful, pretty love.
Sing me a shotgun serenade, tormentor. Catch me in the eye, Our society is falling down, crumbling
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FogMy skin is too tight today. It doesn’t move with me, and I can’t move within it. It binds and constricts, and I can feel my nerves burning. It’s too soon.Fog
Fog surrounds me, the water in the air clinging to the strands of my hair and the fibres of my clothes, bejewelling my eyelashes with glittering droplets. I can feel the mist pouring into my lungs as I breathe, cold and slow and thick like cobwebs, coating my insides with soft snow and sharp shards of ice. The air caresses me, moving around me, lapping at my ankles like the sea and pulling like the tide. &n
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OnceOnce I sang a song that delighted the hills and streams that lay alongside me with spring and January lingering along the sheets and pillows of February..Once
Once I fell in love with a being so divine that if one's eyes allied with hers would it not comprehend?!
O truth is my heart stolen in the midst of stealing glances of her causing paper pink wings to glide across the skies
over the months of Junes and Mays even more so numbly through October till December
Once she and I looked each other in the eyes and heaven took notice and sigh
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JerusalemChildren should be seen and not heard.Jerusalem
This was the rule I, Reilly Harding Sterne, lived by. The year was 1232 A.D. when I was born, the first and only son to the heirs of Houses of Sterne and du’Frost.
Amazing how well my parents’ last names described them.
As I grew up, I learned that, to my mother and father, children were nothing more than a way to pass on the family name. I have to admit, I was treated better than my sisters. I was lucky, being both the only boy as well as the oldest. I was the most important out of the eleven children my parents had together. I was imperative to my family’s surviva
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To depict images for those who cannot see
Tell truths with lies in my theater of the absurd
Bread and circuses, inflections, melancholy
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