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Like a dream she had drifted from the room,  And like a dream she seemed unreal, and like a dream she was gone.

But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

a poem for all the mother figures in our lives-happy belated mother's day!

Where do we go once we aren't in this world anymore?

What would humanity do if we could live forever?

When it hurts say when I'll stop and then start again

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"some people have that special shine you can't explain. and as soon as you meet them, you know. you just do." -unknown

A fissure opened The breeze leaked in As we rushed towards the stars

"Who did this? This is horrible!" "People. People did."

You should have left a long time ago.

Pictures have the power to freeze a frame in life, to stop one single moment forever.