

UntitledHer reflection on my side of the glass, infrequent gaze that still my love inspires, spurs on sweet pain I pray may never pass that like a blade is strengthened by the fires.Untitled
My tired heart. A plea for mercy springs. While my muse smiling gently tugs my sleeve. A dirge for our remains she sweetly sings while urging me all but my darkness leave.
Invite that black to rise within my soul, though from the surface far it never lies, and with my dismal imagery extoll the painful truths I'm forced to reali
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Let me bore you for a moment.. when I was just a little kid, I used to ask my mother to play "the sad guy" on the piano.. she knew I meant Chopin.. I liked all the minor chords he used.. I guess I've always been a little nightmare.. ha.. can't say I mind...
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