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untitledI took a walk, her hand in mine. The wind blew, and wept into--- our hearts.untitled
Down driped a tear. I wiped it off her face, told her not to fear. She was my dear...
No one else compared---- but she was scared.
The lion inside, tore into her head. Destroying all her dreams--- her desires.
I sat there with her head, on my shoulder.
She was burning. Began to smolder.
So, Again, I told her not to fear--- that all her troubles, would eventually, smear.
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StoryHe was born on a hot summers day in the islands of Kazoukoo. Ripuli was his name. He was a boy of sixteen. He stood in the shadows. His tall lanky figure wrapped along the side of the wall entering the kitchen. The boy looked into the mirror, hanging off of the wall. He saw an empty shadow staring him down. Emptiness filled his heart. Who was this person he saw, why did he not recognize himself? Ripuli means beautiful boy, in Kazoukoo--- this he was. Golden skin shimmering when the sun hit him, a dark copper mane covered his face. Ripuli had bright red, puckered lips and sharp brown eyes. His body was lanky but strong. Physically, he waStory
Blinded
ChancesWe die a million deaths like voices calling our namesChances
We walk paths of midnight to dawn's silent songs
The waltz of twilight's simple tune leads us to the depths of the universe
Seasons pass as the dice roll on the table
The old man by the fire tells a fable
We gamble our lives away with the chances we take
and yet the Muse tells us we are the choices we make
How does it happen
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...I´m not color blind, I know life is black and white...
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"There's no point in living if I can't be beautiful!" - Howl
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