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I wonder how long I've
been looking out of this window...
Her soul fell upon mine amongst
a downpour of words on paper...
In between these giants I roam,
sensing the ages in which they’ve grown...
You entered my
life with the sound of a thousand...
I don’t think people always understand;
that for some of us, (to be that open, heartfelt...
His name is evil Ben,
he has an evil pen...
When you hear them talking
With their fixed view of us...
The only way I would leave
would be to obliterate me,
anything short of that
Is merely a test of love,
and I love harder than
As I couldn't imagine the night without stars, nor the morning without the rising sun, i couldn't imagine my heart beating without knowing hers.
Now, keep ripping, gentlemen. This is a battle, a war. And the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
by Ben Pickard
by Aries Rising