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By: Darkwood
Trapped in fiber, threaded with pain
Artificial heart of metal and plastic
Mouth of ash, words of smoke
The last embellishment of flesh, a layer of gossamer
Clothed in deceit, stuffed with despair
Another human is born.
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Watcher's Recount
After hours upon hours of endless nights leading to nowhere I happened upon this refuge of the lost. Somewhere I could express my hopes, dreams, wishes, and prayers. Treat my thoughts kindly stranger.
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::Tear my heart into little pieces and keep them with you always::
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