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Strangely Dark

Strangely bright against the tombstone Lightning strikes on high A tower falls, a trumpet sounds But your empty veins are dry To sleep! The night is born Awake! The twilight dies Be still! The monster hears you But your empty...

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Trust Fund Baby

I was Andrew Carnegie’s love child. I was raised in one of his many stone mansions. For most of my childhood, I was hidden from public view. I wasn’t well dressed; my benefactor didn’t concern himself with my...

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