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One day a storm lay before me
Before I could run away
A Goddess was set free
Fright withheld my will to stray
She glided towards quickly
Hands upon my face
She kissed gently
With such grace
I felt alive then
Returning the touch of lips
I felt it again
Like the crack of whips
The storm and moment passed on
I laid there on the ground gone
Before I could run away
A Goddess was set free
Fright withheld my will to stray
She glided towards quickly
Hands upon my face
She kissed gently
With such grace
I felt alive then
Returning the touch of lips
I felt it again
Like the crack of whips
The storm and moment passed on
I laid there on the ground gone
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A Dry Wind Blew
A dry wind blew, hot and dusty, over the plain.
Forks of lightning flowered in the far-off storm clouds.
Near clouds were mere cut-outs on the face of the sky.
A dry wind blew, hot and dusty, bringing with it
Stinging sand-clouds. Shadows shifted over the plain.
Forks of lightning, dry and distant, came no closer,
But, with no sound, flowered in the far-off storm clouds.
Near clouds were mere flat things, pasted, you could not see
The wind move the cut-outs on the face of the sky.
On the face of the sky, far clouds pulsed and flickered.
Near clouds were mere cut-outs. They stayed stationary.
In the far-off storm clouds, forks of lightning f
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The Trade
The Trade
Bright Feather, a young female Kahreen, looked out of the foliage at the mounds of vegetation below. The elders said that those mounds were the ruins of the ancient masters, beings of immense power, who cared little for their fellows and even less for the world and the lower life forms that lived there. Unfortunately for all their authority and capabilities they must not have been very wise. She had heard the elders tell stories about the holocaust that saw them destroyed and almost the world and everything else. But life hung on and struggled back just as the world itself struggled to re
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Ashes and Dust
let the ash of your bones act as soil, a place for a new world to take root and grow. let the leaves of the canopy feed off the blood that ran through your veins, and in a way, transcend into a new life.
burn my body and bury my bones in a shallow grave. feed my ashes to the winds and let the heartbeat of new life begin in the empty cage of my chest.
let me live on
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For all those who read this, you know the guy is dead at the end, don't you 
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Anyways... Enjoy~!
?Anyways... Enjoy~!
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did I mention that this reminds me of one of my drawings? well it does, and i think its my favorite thing of yours I've read.