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And in the morning, after the love called out at midnight has faded and been replaced by the fear and insecurities of mankind, what are we left with? Because with one small step we shatter ourselves, like cheep trinkets, astonishing heirlooms, like dead leaves that fall to the ground only to be crushed underneath the foot of someone you once knew. |
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The Truth | |||||||||||||||||||
A list of places | |||||||||||||||||||
Diary | |||||||||||||||||||
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Book "thE trutH abouT misteR fingerS | |||||||||||||||||||
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Poetry | |||||||||||||||||||
Name: | Brandon Bernard | ||||||||||||||||||
Email: | albatross@darksites.com | ||||||||||||||||||
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