

Waves of WoeA boy too poor and a girl too innocent A marriage no one could conceive A father with a murderous crew at hand You fought but were forced to leaveWaves of Woe
You fled down the bleeding river To the safety of the blue lagoon Bless'ed by the powers of the golden sun And cursed by those of the moon
Bathing on a black skinned rock With eyes of deep aquamarine She trapped you with chants and fishnets Together in the mysterious ravine
Seven long years and one hundred short days later You appeared to me with a story to tell As you strangled my breath and br
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I let go of your hand somewhere between love and what it demands of me...
I will still have my old account, it's just that no one comments anymore.
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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang, but a whimper
Id like to find some better writers who are willing to give honest critque.
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I let go of your hand somewhere between love and what it demands of me...
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"Frankly, I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me." - Hunter S. Thompson
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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang, but a whimper
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