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Untitled SonnetShould we only conjure the limited? Then let die the lustrous light that so shines Unknowingly within us? So livid We have become to difference in minds, That these shallow phantoms have divided Us more than what we can identify. Who are these phantoms that have decided That we shall live to these ideals, and why? I shall never adhere to such a thought, For men have died brutally for justice. So let these ideals eternally rot And let there be no rampant injustice. If we fight for a better tomorrow, Then let rest humanitys dark sorrow.Untitled Sonnet
The Pillar

BREATHEBREATHEBREATHE
I look toward your photograph, silently wondering how we got to be this way. You had always told me that you would always be there, if only in spirit. At the time I gave it no serious consideration. After all, if it was anybody to...die, it would probably be me.
I mean really. There was reckless me who was always up for a good fight. Then there was you. My sweet, quiet Alexander, who didn’t have a bad word to his name. As I threw your picture against the wall, I screamed. An earth-shattering scream that tore through my throat like a tidal wave. A scream filled with desperation of the horrors from the past and
by *Hideyoshi
by *sergey1984
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