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Allyn Vy/Chimervera  
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DreamsThere was nothing unusual than facing the weak flashing computer with piles of papers next to him everyday for him. Almost everyday, he typed almost every alphabet, finish every document and using every minute he could spare. Such a life made him thin like a withered willow due to the bad diet he consumed every weekday – a cup of coffee, a few doughnuts; only caffeine and starch would not give him much.   
He does not look like he has his own unique soul; except for those who know him really well, others would really pity him very much. Fortunately for him, he never complains to anyone about his work so he was happy.  &nbs Dreams
by ~Phillus
NaruSasu embrace
by *strawberrygina
Rathma
by =yumedust
Dragon Brushes 1 PS 6+
by ~Mosh-X
sga: the team, the family
by ~rimorob
Fooverse Mural
by *OwlGem
HP Tarot - 9 The Hermit
by *Ellygator
Finding My Body Part 1        Like vines, my veins course throughout my desecrated body, slowly pumping with an irregular rhythm. Fountains erupt from the shrapnel-embedded wounds, telling the tale of pain; the tale of losses, death, and unfulfilled wishes.  I'm haggard.  My face, a burnt thing, is drenched in blood - my own.     
        My legs up and ran away from me.  They left me here to wait.  I turned my head to the right, wincing as my blackened flesh peels just a little.  Oh, there they are.  Just Finding My Body Part 1
by =Mattiello
iAnti - 2350
by *frzdragon
Head Trip - Twilight Sucks
by ~shinga
The Secrets of StatuesWildflower secrets upon  the arms of beloved Gia  are thrown into the faces  of ignorant lovers of self.   
Pollen caches upon  hesitant, black statues -  those in thought;  Nubian Thinkers.   
Faces change with  the circle of seasons,  releasing curtains  of endless emotions.   
immobile - buried  up to their necks,  because all they do  is sit and ponder.   
Statues ponder,  
but cannot move  and flowers speak,  but we cannot hear.   
Listen to the  
Nubian statues  and carry  
the secrets of life. The Secrets of Statues
by =Mattiello
Sanguinarium I
by *Ellygator
'CUZ WE'RE GANGSTAS
by ~Liliothe
Anima: ??? 19
by *Wen-M
Memories of Jaded LoversI stand to fall -  
no helping hand to guide.  Love was wrought  to decay in me.  Jaded darts to open  my wounds again,  
pouring forth into a cup.   
Raised to the lips  of a lover's sinning mouth,  she takes what I  
did not give.  Iron and salt -  
grimace -  cold smiles that tell  
of plots and plans.   
I fall upon the floor -  no one to guide.  Memories cloak my being  and become my deathbed.  The snake rattles inside my chest,  threatening to strike,  but it cannot be helped.   
Malevolent power  
staring up Memories of Jaded Lovers
by =Mattiello
Before They Were Awakened
by *SADCAT
The Shrine
by ~avaCoffeeMug
Killing Me Softly        I simply watch the life float away from me with dreamy eyes and dry lips.  Ah, I thought to myself, the small high.  It was a beautiful night, actually.  Just recently has it begun to warm, the cold nights whisked away by the warm climates of the tropics.  I could just smell the fresh-cut grass through the pungent smell of the cigarette, and I could hear the dry crackling as I inhaled those toxic, and yet smooth, fumes into my fragile and decaying lungs.  I sat down on the steps that led to the parking lot above,finally able to find a dry spot am Killing Me Softly
by =Mattiello
I Fancy You.
by ~sarahn
Thursday
by *zeiva
HP Tarot - 8 Justice
by *Ellygator
AmyAmy looked at the tree with glee; the big old tree with cracked surface all over its body. On one of its many branches, there lies a nest with newly hatched chicks. Under the cool shade and the light breeze, she lied down and imagined the clouds on the sky slowly transformed themselves into plushy dolls – there, an elephant; and to its right is a dog’s head; below it was a big fat eel.   
Something that she enjoyed most was the chirping on the old tree; the quiet park with some old people feeding the pigeons and kids playing ball. Then she hummed a sweet tune, using the chirping of the birds as some random accompaniment an Amy
by ~Phillus
Anything but this 
I bleed when you cut me, so I'm emo  I bruise when you hit me, so I'm a loser  I fight back when you scream at me, so I'm a bitch  I scream when you hurt me, so I'm a sinner  I'll burn in hell because fags don't go to heaven  I'm an idiot because when you call for me I turn  I trust you and you lie, so it must be my fault  I don't prostitute myself, so I'm ugly  I'm in love and I'm a whore  Someone makes me happy and I'm not good enough to have them  I don't know your name and you don't know mine  So you'll beat my nameless face 'cause it's your favorite fucking game  And I ha Anything but this
by =AGoddessFinch
HP Tarot - 7 The Chariot
by *Ellygator

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