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I would travel to the fictional world of La Passe Miroir and travel its unique world.
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“Brevity is the name of Callous,
who mourns the loss of his love being. Sublime were the intentions, to applaud at the monster beneath. Benign is my Spirit, that revolves around his captured soul. Notorious is the rhythm, that salutes at the fruitful hope.” Hornbill Harcel |
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“Dusk, dawn, and mournful twilight,
sings the tale of failing mankind. He who is a reaper and bears the scythe, Why am I the one he is keeping an eye?” Hornbill Harcel |
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My breath dwindles in air. With every vow of the silken winds, It develops a thirst for fair. How long the thought has lingered, I have never yet questioned my mind. Tossing & Turning with velocity, a dream consoles my mind.” Hornbill Harcel |
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"Where the Piopios Sing is a collection of poetries and excerpts that sing the song of loss and grief. The book is divided into nine parts and each part moves the readers a step closer to destruction. The book is personified as a person experiencing l"
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“When rain pours on the temple of her eyes
I flashed back to the memories
buried deep inside”
― Woebegone Wynds
I flashed back to the memories
buried deep inside”
― Woebegone Wynds
“My milady heart is a citrus paradisi,
engulfed in layers of acidic flesh.
The swain peels the flavedo with urgency
and feasts on it in a rampant zest.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
engulfed in layers of acidic flesh.
The swain peels the flavedo with urgency
and feasts on it in a rampant zest.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
“A raging river gushes past a mansion of ghosts,
made of black onyx, hiding a minacious plot.
The kelp of secrets buried under the sea
will breeze in like the amber advent in Verdin.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
made of black onyx, hiding a minacious plot.
The kelp of secrets buried under the sea
will breeze in like the amber advent in Verdin.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
“If eyes are the windows of a soul,
I’ll carve yours and replace it with mine.
May you suffer the same angst and agony,
you have wantonly sketched in my life.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
I’ll carve yours and replace it with mine.
May you suffer the same angst and agony,
you have wantonly sketched in my life.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
“She’s crying in the palm of my hands.
The world that has made her cry,
I will look up to it no more.
When I’ll burn it to cinders,
she will smile while the rest mourns.”
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The world that has made her cry,
I will look up to it no more.
When I’ll burn it to cinders,
she will smile while the rest mourns.”
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“There is anger in his eyes,
There is fire in his soul,
There is passion in his heart,
O’ mighty heralds…
It must have been a bloody night,
When you wrote murder in his hands.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
There is fire in his soul,
There is passion in his heart,
O’ mighty heralds…
It must have been a bloody night,
When you wrote murder in his hands.”
― Where the Piopios Sing
“If you are a poem, I will memorize your every line,
I'll study your every crevice and taste your words on my tongue.”
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I'll study your every crevice and taste your words on my tongue.”
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