The river will wash away all of the sins.
The despair that weaves in the air.
The days draw long and where are the angels now?
Their song; The river will wash away everything.
The stream flows down and follows no path.
The end is not near but only in your heart.
The river leads to the ocean that knows more suffocation.
The heart of those meek beast;
Beats no more.
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Every summer he would send her letters. Evelyn was thrilled when they arrived. The anticipation of receiving them after the long winter woul...
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He told me I would always remind him of autumn. The way the leaves turned, the line between decaying leaves and cool breezes, the way the fo... -
At night, the stairs of this old house creaks Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night. The shadow movements, the ...
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