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• Athéisme (French Edition);
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• Steel Rose.
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• The Erotic Flash Backs (Erotic Romance).
• Wicked Truths (Wickeds Way #5);

Price may vary by retailer. Add to Cart Add to Cart. Photograph by Bryan Castillo. Atria Books September Length: In my thoughts, hidden within my necropolis of dreams, Littered and filled with dead hopes, echoing, ghostly screams The fate of my dreams, I will take it all, in the cemetery of my soul, filled with complete darkness, in a burial ground, whole My Dark, Black Butterfly Waves On The Shore Somewhat Peculiarly Viewed Behavior Down Beyond The Deep..

Omy god xD I love deep poems Thank you for sharing.

Hey I want to write poems like you too can you give me some tips. The hand that spilled it was not that of my usual father, three layers of clothes for a wind he felt from hallway to kitchen, the brightest room though the lightbulbs were greasy. They say I looked back out of curiosity. But I could have had other reasons.

I looked back mourning my silver bowl. Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.

From the disobedience of the meek. Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind…. Before dawn, trembling in air down to the old river, circulating gently as a new season delicate still in its softness, rustling raiment of hopes never stitched tightly enough to any hour.

I was almost, maybe, just about, going to do that. We loved like we fought, slugging our way toward each other, sending up flares to announce our advance. Now I ask you: The one in which you learned to be afraid of the boarded-up well in the backyard and the ladder to the attic? The one presided over by armed men in ill-fitting uniforms strolling the streets and alleys, while loudspeakers declared a new era, and the house around you grew bigger, the rooms farther apart, with more and more people missing? The photographs whispered to each other from their frames in the hallway.