Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 33

She moaned in pain, the bitter taste of iron coating her mouth. "sarah?" _oh no, did he hear that!?_ forsaking the pain, sarah bent down as much as she could and squeezed into the hollow.

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Beneath the Obsidian Veil, Chapter 2 (part 2)

"that's a little bitter..." i said and continue to taste the tea, "but i think i like it..." "this is the best tea i can find on earth!"

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That Which Remains

Unrelenting strength to those who choose to fight victory is never quickly achieved, it is an ever bloody battle the swords of one side clash with the sabres of another the wars fought for figurative greed and power over the rabble we shall fight against the bitter

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When the Petals Fall

Love, i won't soon forget your words are thorns that i accept choking the rose i've carefully kept the fragilty that you forget binds me, your broken marionette break my heart to break your fall memories like knives, a blade that's become dull oh bitter

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Drowning clown

'i live by this rule; live long with laughter and happiness and joy and die with it but without a bitter taste but die with a huge smile.'

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this song is I don't really know how to put a title on it

Come to slaughter.tell me who.tell me who.do i even know you.can my heart be trusted in your hands,with the reaper creaping behind you.who ever known where i was to be shown in the headlights,of the car you ran me over with.never did i think love was so bitter

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Untitled Poem

My flame low, frail as foam, we made a change of hateful acreage, bitter course which i was bound to: trim the wick or quench the embers, quick to cut the candle down and i would be your psychopomp and you would be my ward

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The exceptionally long night of Judaus Kellton

She quickly nodded and stowed one of judaus' journals in her bag; she had made a habit of stealing them when she visited his home - his sarcasm and bitter wit being a constant source of entertainment.

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Demons (poem)

You are those that shall never be warm, the bitter, the sweet, the good and the mean. your question is 'how can we be free?' i tell you 'it will never be'. for though amongst you are the great and the strong, you are sin, evil, demons and wrong.

Snowflakes

Body will betray me when your snowflakes fall upon me they will seduce me and expose me they'll reveal and ruin all that i am when they're finally finished you'll look to me with unadulterated disdain in those faultless eyes of your's you'll look bitterly

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Imagination, The Thing That Mends Us To Part.

The bitterness of dreams of what lied to seem, the gentle flow of paint, down the streem, and after death, found his dreams. that boy may have sinned, but why would he if he painted with wind.

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Just Me and You

Pancakes in the summer, with bacon and butter i would get the left overs, sitting by you the shouts would ring out from sleep overs and hang outs a love felt through the whole house, would warm you through those days soon changed a cold winter came love turned bitter

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