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Burning Dreams by michaelw1two Awash in moments filled with dread hope slowly gathers; midst strangling moan voices shout nothing truly matters; mangled by fears, 1
This Mourning by michaelw1two One’s conscious, proves unconsciou therefore, its rest is sleep beyon days past, soothes time’s exhausti before the wind’s churn, stiffens numbered, noted, nothing’s odd nau
