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Nasandra
My First Being
~0.3 mins read
A shadow lingering in my thoughts
A structure locked in my mind
The cunning resemblances of my spirit
A confused voice in self conversations

So I searched my memories for the imprisoned me
Read to let the "MOUCE" roam
A muse to my soul
The prncess of my heart
The first being, a creation of self

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TRUST
~0.7 mins read
Trust is a Fair tale of generations passed
It is the receipe for a beautiful atmosphere
The bond that binds family and friends
The answer to the world's problem
The very elegance that binds our human nature
But my heart believes a different truth
It tells a story differ from the alluring lies inherited by generations

Once upon a time a bed of roses made for sight 
Colourfull arraed by life
With thorns of admirable pain
No vestments for our hearts aganist the cold world
And so we gave in to the unrealities of reality
And the volcano of false hope erupted
The natural disater destroyed the earth's depth
And forced self induced epidemic
An infection of broken trust grazed the scene
And the oldest Fairy tale became a myth
A nightmare that spreads around the globe
Deforming the expectations of our feelings
And sadly ever after our hearts were scared.  #Ian

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