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‘Tis such a sad sight,
Watching the death of a mind,
Fading Star, once bright.

The day I awoke.
Hearing the sad siren’s call.
Of a tired bloke. 65 more words


The Tree

Are you, Are you, Coming to the tree? They strung up a man, Who they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be.

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Bruit, archaic noun & verb, a rumor or to spread a rumor. 290 more words


Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone.

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Posting Schedule

Hello all. Wanted to say hello officially in a message not conjoined with my sister nor friend. Hi there, I’m Lyle.

Now, for the part some might actually want to know, a posting schedule. 113 more words



An Apology: An expression of regret; An poor and inadequate example; A justification to something criticized 314 more words


Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

~Edgar Allan Poe