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I... well let's just say there was a young man, and he did love to read, and he wished deep inside his little heart that his spirit would one day be caught roaming the wide spanning pages of some wondrous work that many would pour over in amazement and inspiration. But aside from ramblings he was a realistic young man; he also had a purpose. It was in his head, once whispered in his ear, perhaps in dream. But there nonetheless, regardless of how definite or its lack of defininition. So relieved was I when I came upon a community within which my dreams could fly so effortlessly, I mean was he. So fly did his dreams and happy was he... I.

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  • The same way a musician leaves his legacy,
    so you linger on my memory.
    20 lines, 1 comment, October 25, 2006. In Personal, Other, Love
  • The devil dances over my shoulder.
    His happy curses are shadowed by mine.
    18 lines, 2 comments, October 24, 2006. In Personal
  • One lives among many, the latter are but percieved.
    The former to his will and alone will live and die.
    25 lines, 2 comments, October 21, 2006. In Society
  • A demon's will was done that day,
    when a river flowed through hell.
    15 lines, 2 comments, October 20, 2006. In Society

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