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purely-sykotic — A Brush of Dreams
Published: 2004-08-11 07:11:35 +0000 UTC; Views: 125; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 7
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Description I wake up at night, feeling empty. Sorrow flows through my window, sending chills down my spine. A wail of tears cry through my mind. The lost darkness, I find and embrace. Little screams here and there, little prayers of lost temptations. Echoes of the mind revert my feelings of truth. Faces far from reality does the minds eye make real. Nightmares cower from the greater evil, disappearing and reappearing. No sight can bear these false creations that seem of truth. Unjust but fair is this torture of dreams. No light nor exit to release me of my fears. An alarm in the distance to call me back. I fall asleep into the day of reality to follow the norm. There I see the tree of repition called life and follow those roots of old. There, my life will enter through retold lies, only for the night to start again.
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slowlyslippingaway [2004-08-11 07:14:25 +0000 UTC]

...well i dont know what to say, that was a beautiful piece!!! Its so descriptive, so creatively detailed, and completly original and beautiful!! seeing that you're fairly new, im going to watch you, because i can see that youve been writing alot longer than how long you've been here

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