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Read More...πΆ ππΎππ ππ» ππππ πππΎπΈπ½π π½πΆππππΎππ ππ½π πΈπ½πππππΆππΉ ππ½π ππΆπ πΎπ πΈππΎπππ ππ ππ ππΎπ πππΎππ πΆ π ππππΎππ ππΎππ πΆ π ππππΎππ ππππππ·πππΎππππ½π ππΆππ ππΎπππππΎππ ππ ππ πππππππ·ππππΆππ½ ππ½π π πΆππππ'π ππππππΎππ½ πΆ ππ½πππ πΎπ ππ½π π ππΉπΉπΎππ πΎπ πππππ ππΎπππ½πππΉπΎππ ππ πππΈππππ...
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Read Moreπ΅ππππΆππ½ ππ½π πΈπΆπππ π ππππππ ππ» πππΆπππ πΆ ππππ π½πππππΆπππΉ ππππΎπΈπΆπ ππ» ππππππΆπ ππ½πΆπΉπππ ππ½πΎπ»π πΆππΉ π·πππΆππ½π ππ½πΎππ πππΎππ ππΈπ½πππππ» πππππΎππ πΆππΉ πΆππΈπ½ππππππ π»πππ ππππ πΆππ π·ππππΆππ½ ππ½π πΈπΆπππ π
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Read MoreTracing the cold iron, feeling the phantomΒ warmth of hands that once held me.The wind whistles through the empty spaces,Β a mournful symphony of what used to be.Where we built our dreams, brick by fragileΒ brick, now only scaffolding...
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Read MoreThe wind, a phantom legion, howled its ancient song, Through skeletal branches, where dead leaves clung. A tempest brewed, a symphony of dread, whispering secrets of the long since dead,The house, a wounded beast, with shutters torn and weak,...
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I get a kick out of haunting. It really did come out, haunting. We did good, and thank you for collaborating.
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I am not a big fan of horror stories but this poem leaves me breathless with awe. It’s written outstandingly brilliant – the wording, the imagery, the content. Congratulations to both of you for this successful collaboration!
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Thank you, Sappho. I have been a fan of the dark, since day became night.
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Read MoreThe rain slicked the asphalt like a fresh-spilled drink, and the neon was a cheap whore's lipstick smear on the night. Just the cold, blankΒ stare of a porcelain doll. The drumbeat was a pulse in the dark, a low...
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We go inside looking for something, and depart still wondering where it is.
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I agree.
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hello dearest Adagio I love how this came out thank you for being the mastermind behind it ❤️