

GermishWarum bist do so wutend? Was habe ich getan um dich? Sprung ich zu tief? Und schickt dich uber den Rand?Germish
Es ist dein Gesit Dein schones Geist Dein grenzenlos Geist Dass ich kann nicht
Kontrolle
Macht nicht so wutend, bitte Macht nicht so bedauerlich, bitte WeiB nur ein paar Dinge; Zeit geht weiter, Regen fallen Und Ich werde bedauern
Bis wir traumen von Michaelangelo Und beobachten die gleichen Himmel
Why are you so angry? What have I done to you?
Did I dive too deep? And send you over the edge?  


DimEnsioNA woven floral coverlet Will lend some romance To what I lack in grace But make up in styleDimEnsioN
I will never hide
In the back row again I'll celebrate the new view, As a cool autumn breeze, Beautiful and exclusive, For I get bored, Of the one-dimensional


5.Into the Ethers:An Epilogue~In to the Ethers~ An Epilogue5.Into the Ethers:An Epilogue
Her body jolted, eyes snapping open and spine straightening. There it was again; A rustle, a movement, sound shattering the silence of the cosmos. The girl rose into the air and hung, suspended, with a wary gleam in her eye. Moments dragged by, yielding nothing save the downy fall of stardust. Making a last survey of her area, the white winged girl turned, as she did often, to observe the barrier and the life bustling on the other side. What she saw never ceased to amaze her, but this glance earned an astonished gasp. Deftly tightening the bandage about his eyes, the black winged b


4.Milky Wings~Milky Wings~4.Milky Wings
The white winged girl rested gently on a star, allowing light to twine and purr between her fingertips like a contented feline. Her days had passed in blissful sighs and innocent giggles, with garlands of hope and liquid beads of shivering warmth. Milky wings whole and vibrant with health once more, she unfurled them to full glory and yawned. Blinking her blue eyes, the white-winged girl gazed out across the cosmos and cocked an ear, hoping to catch a snippet of sound. But the stars were merely whispering and to them of their secrets would bear shallow fruit. Instead, the white winged girl flitted about the va


The Peculiar Edgar AllenThe Peculiar Edgar AllenThe Peculiar Edgar Allen
Gather round and you shall hear the tale of Edgar Allen. Edgar Allen was an angry soul. The world had showed him nothing but wrath
And soon hatred became his creed. He hated his fellow man And they hated him. He was a thief and a murderer But above all else, He was a dreamer. They called him monster. They called him fiend. Only one called him love.
A carriage rolled by and it clicked on the cobblestone. It started to drizzle lightly on the lonely house on Bell-Yard. All the lamps glowed sickly except for one that had been snuf
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dying tickles.
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dying tickles.
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dying tickles.
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