Poems from Arcade.Soul

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Just learning to write the stories I wish to tell....
There is a collection of souls that dance to the drums of heart beats These heart beats belong to the slain, to the bodies they once called...
It draws them like a bee to a flower.Its keeps them interested.It holds a rhythmA heart beatHarder than thunderBrighter than...
Knock knock who is there? A choice. A choice who? A choice to love or a choice to hate.  They say the grass is greener on the other...
We both sit here,looking through each other. A transparent understanding. A reason your demanding. Only daggers I'm handing. Out of...
The swing of your hips. The gloss on your lips. Your back holds a dip. The way you hold your head, nose in the air. Running your...

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