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Mind As A Weapon

You can own the world,

if we address your obsession.

If we move around the world,

we can get a feel for regression.

You’re such a little girl,

use your mind as a tool or weapon.

You can own the world,

if we address your obsession.

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Entry | Life Of A Dying Poet | 2021

Have you ever been afraid of the dark? I do believe i have . And not just when i was a child i believe everybody is afraid at one point or another.

Imagine this-i’m sure this is happend to you before its when you’re watching a scary movie and the director puts on this intense suspenseful music and you start...

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Pull the chord,

from the phone,

we’re no longer alone.

It’s been four years coming,

since we have been waiting.

Tears of joy,

stream down her face,

and a lightness of breath,

overcomes me.

We spent so many years,

to make this house a home.

It seems it has pulled off,

for better and for worse.

We have been,

waiting sometimes,

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door-imageAre we safe now?

I got startled by the mighty roar.

The sound is deafening,

I want to live some more.

Can we kill them now?

I’m getting impatient,

I can see it in their eyes.

They already know,

we’re taking their lives

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Somethings happening. Something I can’t see. Can you spare a light? I’m feeling lustrous.

I think I lost it all,

but I’m used to this.

Can I swallow them whole?

I’m dangerous.

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To Make This House A Home

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There’s nothing,

that I can say,

to make you not go.

To make you come back,

To make this house a home

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Life Of A Dying Poet | Come Back | All New Poem | Read Now | Visit Now.

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Mary.

Drinking all the time.

Drunk all the wine.

She’s getting hot and bothered.

Sunny,

You ain’t no soldier boy.

Rifles aren’t a toy,

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Home.

Where I belong.

Games of chess we are,

in the world.

When the lights, go out.

Who will hold your hand.

As the darkness seeps,

under your door.

What will your mother think?

War that clash the chords.

Chords that turn to words.

Words and Polymers.

I can never turn the war.

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when you're little you grow to love anything you set your sight on and those little pieces of plastic that were manufactured in china become your most prized possessions.

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Lose Your Way (Like The Rest Of Us)

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Life of a Dying Poet | 2021 | The Loss | Online | Read Now.

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Tried to cure the world,

but I was no good at romancing.

I took down the tapes,

to the ocean floor.

Maybe that is true,

but it feels little hedonistic.

I took off of your plans.

Then all my clothes.

So maybe you were right.

I may have lost all my vision.

It was quite a sight,

when I fell down.

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Panic here.

I can feel it,

I can smell it,

I can taste it,

Hey, you,

theres a place you,

can you tell what to do,

you know what to do?

Smelling like the rotting trees.

Flying among the bees.

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Pratio never recovered from the assault of the Regent of The Wretched. On the coast near the Windy Mountains sat the old town of a peculiar history of daemons, cults and lone dark figures known only as The Wretched. Though this old town was now a quiet sleepy town on the coast, it received its popularity through vengeance and passion. Becoming a popular sight among tourists of what was, the town became a hotspot for miscellaneous happenings both good and evil. The Wretched remained no longer in the city as their names were claimed and cast out from the cult, now the Wretched are the only remaining link to what Pratio was as the people wish to turn a new page. The Wretched have not shown their faces to the public for centuries though cult members still continue their work.  

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My Prescription (Dresses That I Hate)

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Life Of A Dying Poet

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I have felt so alone,

and the dreams will suffice.

I thought to myself what I do,

and spend times with friends would be nice.

But you won’t see me again,

as you play games around my head.

My friends and the angels,

the living and the dead.

We join the ranks of sin,

so what are we waiting for?

You made my love feel so cheap,

you made my friends go to war.

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