See Them Going Mad and Dead as Dolls Without a Soul.
Can't you see them going mad and dead as dolls without a soul? Thinking they can pretend as you holding your pretenses of platonic love to me.
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Ina Gjata
Time to Face Death Again: A Midfall Midnight’s Chronicle.
I move within the tales and they move with me. I feel the pulse of time. I will laugh a thousand years with the failed tries of my enemies.
A Song of Death in the Midst of Suburbanism.
When we were living under the totems, we seem to have been more aligned with this planet. Now, there seems to be only death.