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S. Santorus

S. Santorus

Kill

Death is peace,
death is silence,
death is final.
There can be no further pain.
But there can be no further hope.
Is it better in death?
Or worse?
The finality
Or
The Fear?
Rest, or
Fatigue?
Nothingness, or
Loneliness?

(2014)

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A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
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How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
More than That

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Hell

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Visible Madness

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
At the End

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Wander

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
Death Speaks

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The Waterbearer

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Dark Spring

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Fear and Love

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
Birdsong

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,



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