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Poetry from the Dreamer
-All the Difference-
Once
I called to Death.
“Take me away!”
With his dark steed and his cold breath.
Invisible.
Now
I challenge death.
I am alive;
And face his black horse with my own!
Invincible!
First
I called to you;
You turned away.
Death will not take those who seek him.
And neither will you.
I cried for you.
Then
Someone found me
And showed me love.
Death cannot take those who fight him!
I’d die for her,
But I would not die alone.
Strange.
On two extremes,
I cannot move on.
In my sorrow and happiness
Immortal.
Funny,
How one person
Can make all the difference,
And make everything
Incredible.
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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."
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