Trials are but,
Foul fantasy,
Wrought in our ruin,
To imagine we are
Dying.
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- A Minimal of Deafness
- A Minimal of Life
- A Minimal of Exhaustion
- A Minimal of Joy
- A Minimal of Hindsight
- Logic of the Soul Immortal
- Meta - See The Future
- Academically Speaking
- Wickedness
- Half Empty
- A Series of Questions Regarding Neutrality
- Gnomish
- Life and death,Each gives the other meaning.A mout...
- Just waiting for fate to pull us back together,Lik...
- Senseless Verbiage: A Response
- Foundations
- Provisions are a stronghold for the flesh . . .But...
- Whitewashed Tombs
- Organic Love
- Conclusions Et Al
- Liquid Dropping Sun Up
- Subjectivity of Judgement pt. 2
- Burn Through the Witches
- A Series of Questions Regarding the Subjectivity o...
- In Case of an Emergency
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