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Under the Red Dust
I feel the coarse, still wet sand against my knees. The metal greaves are rough, and ill-fitting, as the roar of the crowd washes over me. The violence of the arena permeates the air.   I rise to one knee, my hand with a firm grip on my alloyed sword. It's lighter then I remember from training, that worries me. The caretakers drag the dead carcasses of the former fighters out, leaving only a bloody trail, a path that they were too weak to walk. I see my opponent. He steps into the arena, he's big. Huge in fact. A massive two handed maul in his hands, his burnished silver armor, molded in form of muscles. This is my home. The only life I remem
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Wake Me Up
 The dark is so beautiful. Comforting. Chilling. Warm. Inviting. Loving. Careing. Empty. Void. I watch the pinpricks of light called stars shimmer in a intricate dance above me. I feel the cool air breath over me as I dream softly. Questions float my mind on a sea of angst. Why aren't I happy? Why do I miss her? Who is she? Does she even...the grass rustles beneath me as I lay. I feel each blade prick my back so gently, it reminds me of her. The way her skin used to glide over mine. The way her breath felt in my hair as her hands slowly ran over my neck. The longing matches the emptiness I stare into. I would have done anything for you. I slo
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Yearning
 I worry. I barely know you, but I can tell I really care for you already. I had so much fun. I sit there folding my laundry, feeling the fabric. I miss the touch of your hand in mine. It felt natural, but I'm afraid I might have done something wrong. You seemed to enjoy yourself, but I barely know. I hope it's true...stupid shirt. Wrinkles never come out. I shouldn't get so attached. It'll just lead to heartbreak. I remember the smell of your hair in my face. The way your profile looks against the lights of whatever is around. It was quite possibly the best night of my life. That sounds so weird. I"m a freak. Clingy. Overattaching. I always
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Ashen Rain
Every word I write turns to ash. I can see the violence that exudes from the sentence and I can feel the rage that is building behind this thin ink barrier. I sense the trembling that signals the explosion. White washes over me. As the world fades back into view, I am left standing naked on the edge of what is a worldview. The wake of the destruction I witness leaves a faint red glow in the distance. The carnage looks so pretty and I wonder at the reasoning behind everything. Why does this even matter? The wind whips up around me, and I can see that the ghostly form of embodied self-destruction is moving upwards and into me, in a determined

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Under the Red Dust
I feel the coarse, still wet sand against my knees. The metal greaves are rough, and ill-fitting, as the roar of the crowd washes over me. The violence of the arena permeates the air.   I rise to one knee, my hand with a firm grip on my alloyed sword. It's lighter then I remember from training, that worries me. The caretakers drag the dead carcasses of the former fighters out, leaving only a bloody trail, a path that they were too weak to walk. I see my opponent. He steps into the arena, he's big. Huge in fact. A massive two handed maul in his hands, his burnished silver armor, molded in form of muscles. This is my home. The only life I remem
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Wake Me Up
 The dark is so beautiful. Comforting. Chilling. Warm. Inviting. Loving. Careing. Empty. Void. I watch the pinpricks of light called stars shimmer in a intricate dance above me. I feel the cool air breath over me as I dream softly. Questions float my mind on a sea of angst. Why aren't I happy? Why do I miss her? Who is she? Does she even...the grass rustles beneath me as I lay. I feel each blade prick my back so gently, it reminds me of her. The way her skin used to glide over mine. The way her breath felt in my hair as her hands slowly ran over my neck. The longing matches the emptiness I stare into. I would have done anything for you. I slo
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Yearning
 I worry. I barely know you, but I can tell I really care for you already. I had so much fun. I sit there folding my laundry, feeling the fabric. I miss the touch of your hand in mine. It felt natural, but I'm afraid I might have done something wrong. You seemed to enjoy yourself, but I barely know. I hope it's true...stupid shirt. Wrinkles never come out. I shouldn't get so attached. It'll just lead to heartbreak. I remember the smell of your hair in my face. The way your profile looks against the lights of whatever is around. It was quite possibly the best night of my life. That sounds so weird. I"m a freak. Clingy. Overattaching. I always

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Welcome to dA and thanks for watching, man.

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