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IDryad
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Memories of then when he was well loved

dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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And betrayed to rip his soul as a prize

Grace
IDryad
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no one cares though and he dwells in his loneliness

AngeletteNelmida
Strange Creature
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Now that the grave is my womb, how dare you weep over my tomb?

dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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I don't give a fuck, even if you cry, till your fucking face goes numb

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Arrogance is a worm that eats away a lonely heart, he thought, and he walks out of the door without saying goodbye

archetype23
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A phantom floating within a lost reality

dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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Fed by the envies of her vanity

Grace
IDryad
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as he reached the other village, so rustic it looked, but he felt there was something weird about it...

dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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That feeling naturally brought a grin to his face, as he got down from his horse.

Grace
IDryad
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He wanted to explore and who knows. ..rescue a damsel in distress

poet Anonymous

if only this town had a creature and a tower instead of corn cribs and weevils

Grace
IDryad
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corn is good he thinks although he hopes he will not meet the One behind the Rows

poet Anonymous

he had met his sister, but that was a corn row to be plowed at a later season

archetype23
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And yet there they were, humanoids  weaving like black tentacles coated in used moter oil, slithering between the stalks of corn.

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