The Muse and the InvokerA long time ago we were united.The Muse and the Invoker by Krikak
As the adoration witnessed the need,
Into your heart I was invited.
Now for endless days we cannot meet.
~ ~ ~
For the beauty I’ve once seen,
For the feeling I’ve once had to thee,
For the person I’ve once been,
Please come again to me!
~ ~ ~
You see the world in a different light,
Do you remember the golden days?
The times suffocated by the dark of a night…
Once again, will you enter the maze?
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For now and ever, I cannot pay your price,
Though I wish you were here beside me,
The mind is now free, the soul cries.
Where are we now… Are we still “we”?
~ ~ ~
For now and ever, I cannot stay with you,
Though I wish to feel your soul again,
I can already hear the call of the true.
Emotions always leave a stain.
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
Welcome to Writing-4-life, a group where you can share your skills and inspire others to write amazing things!! This is a group for poets, fanfic authors, original story writers, and watchers alike to comment, critique, and give ideas to one another.
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Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
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The first to go were the severely unprepared, those that didn't want to learn how to fight or just plain couldn't. Children and the elderly went next, the nursing home staff quickly putting a bullet in the brains of their customers and parents cradling the dead bodies of their children even as those dead
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