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• Shadows of a Flowers
  the flowers beneath her skin tore her veins from within while tenderly caressing her sins; Until Oct...
• She, The Willow
  River's almost still Me, in its embrace Floating like a leaf Beneath the weeping willow Hanging down...
• Better Place
  If the people were to only say the truth Wouldn't they feel more the youth? If they weren't trying s...

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