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Thread or sheathCheap wine Sitting in my mouth Flowing down my chest Sitting in my chest Like a pyre The bell tolls not for them But for them of me The thread tears as the blade bearsThread or sheath
to make the divide clean Which calls stronger the thread? or the sheath?
by ~ItFeelsLikeForever
Stars He layed on the solid, cold yet strangely comforting concrete reflecting on his few weak friendships. Closing his eyes blocked out those disturbing thoughts but driving out those thoughts were the final likes of A Cruel Angel's Thesis on a player out of control. He opened his eyes and was welcomed by his grey surroundings. "Why am I so pathetic?" he asked the midnight darkness. Why was it that when he finally finds the friends he was waiting for, he closed up and kept them out like everyone else? The past two hours had been proof enough. He sat there curled up alone while they, right next to him but so far away,Stars
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor...
Shall be lifted - nevermore! - Edgar Allen Poe
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor...
Shall be lifted - nevermore! - Edgar Allen Poe
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