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I still remember that quirky smile, your dreams, simple thoughts of what might be. Your whole life ahead unplanned, yet laid out before you. Thinking […]
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There he sits, on that lone chair. Back to the wind, looking for something, searching for nothing. Passing lost time, long since gone. And the […]
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Life and death entwined. Dancing beneath the harvest moon, pumpkin red surrounded by a golden hue. Taking turns they leap and writhe, moving to the […]
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