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Elysion

And so, still yet in half formed dreams- The sway of clouds and summer streams, With the sunset's glory in the sky Take shape and form in her clouded eyes. They once filled her mind with pictures lost- Magnolia whites and verdant moss, And the azure blues of the winter rose All now a whisper as the curtains closed... For oh, but when that sickness spread Leeched out of the world the greens and reds and violets and all that had been sight's precious gift Was she left with memories and now, only this: The feel of the sun ripe on her face As she imagines the lavender in its place Upon her hair; wheat in her shaking hands, Painting blinded dr

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Elysion

And so, still yet in half formed dreams- The sway of clouds and summer streams, With the sunset's glory in the sky Take shape and form in her clouded eyes. They once filled her mind with pictures lost- Magnolia whites and verdant moss, And the azure blues of the winter rose All now a whisper as the curtains closed... For oh, but when that sickness spread Leeched out of the world the greens and reds and violets and all that had been sight's precious gift Was she left with memories and now, only this: The feel of the sun ripe on her face As she imagines the lavender in its place Upon her hair; wheat in her shaking hands, Painting blinded dr

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The Madness of Angels

Sometimes at night I still dream of the glass garden which I had planted, molten pillars of flame that were cool to the touch- the gates of heaven which I had fashioned in her likeness. It wasn’t what one might call Eden though; far from it. The only commonality that this place and the mythological one shared were perhaps in its finer details: being lost, perhaps the one that sticks out like a sore thumb. I discovered some years ago when I had slipped out of my teenage arrogance that in fact, I was more sentimental a being than perhaps I would have liked to admit- definitely more so than I imagine I give a hint at. Logic had been my we

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Elysion

And so, still yet in half formed dreams- The sway of clouds and summer streams, With the sunset's glory in the sky Take shape and form in her clouded eyes. They once filled her mind with pictures lost- Magnolia whites and verdant moss, And the azure blues of the winter rose All now a whisper as the curtains closed... For oh, but when that sickness spread Leeched out of the world the greens and reds and violets and all that had been sight's precious gift Was she left with memories and now, only this: The feel of the sun ripe on her face As she imagines the lavender in its place Upon her hair; wheat in her shaking hands, Painting blinded dr

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Assassin's Creed IV: It's in our Blood

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Naruto OC: Hitore Masayuki (for contest)

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