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Grave

Grave by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Death would be adorned if not knowing it comes but once; once to the prepaid grave no one will visit. Death would be quick as heartbreak; each nerve pulsating...

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Cerelia

Cerelia by MYRYN VILLAFLOR devoid of freshness, a vague scent of life is diffused in the air. of mossy veins entwined, around her thigh and morel mushrooms strewn around her hair, hushed...

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Come, Sweet Death

Come, Sweet Death by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Come, sweet death, into the arms of my embrace. Embrace, sweet dream, all myself inside yourself. Dream sweetly, death, of my return into your...