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We will be the ones left behind when they're gone, cleaning up their mess.

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Generation Lost

in the dusty cellar, stands a dusty spectre. He stands amongst items left behind to gather dust and rot. He stands and gazes on these items, trying to recollect their purpose. He can't remember what they are, it seems he has forgotten.

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Forgotten Spectre

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning, And you and I reach over the sun for the river, And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement, And you and I called over valleys of endless seas. YES And You And I Part IV Apocalypse

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Union

She said she felt like sometimes the weather reflected her emotions, so what did it mean when she walked around with her head in the clouds that were raining.

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Head in the Clouds

He lingers in the kitchen, drifting over island benches, he hovers over boiling pots, absorbed in aromatic steam, but there are no scents or flavours, only memories of the meals to savour, but the memory of flavour is nothing like the taste.

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Hungering Spectre

Her spirit danced and churned, It twisted and it turned, there was a time her heart had burned, but her heart was spurned, now her spirit lingered here and forever yearned.

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Yearning Spectre

What remains when love decays ?

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What remains when love decays ?

Something from his former life kept tugging at his robes, something irksome, bothered him and cause him some unrest. He was so tired in this new form, always on the edge, but whenever he would see the living, he would remember something he had lost.

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Enraged Spectre

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We will be the ones left behind when they're gone, cleaning up their mess.

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

Generation Lost

in the dusty cellar, stands a dusty spectre. He stands amongst items left behind to gather dust and rot. He stands and gazes on these items, trying to recollect their purpose. He can't remember what they are, it seems he has forgotten.

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

Forgotten Spectre

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning, And you and I reach over the sun for the river, And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement, And you and I called over valleys of endless seas. YES And You And I Part IV Apocalypse

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

Union

She said she felt like sometimes the weather reflected her emotions, so what did it mean when she walked around with her head in the clouds that were raining.

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

Head in the Clouds

He lingers in the kitchen, drifting over island benches, he hovers over boiling pots, absorbed in aromatic steam, but there are no scents or flavours, only memories of the meals to savour, but the memory of flavour is nothing like the taste.

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

Hungering Spectre

Her spirit danced and churned, It twisted and it turned, there was a time her heart had burned, but her heart was spurned, now her spirit lingered here and forever yearned.

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

Yearning Spectre

What remains when love decays ?

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

What remains when love decays ?

Something from his former life kept tugging at his robes, something irksome, bothered him and cause him some unrest. He was so tired in this new form, always on the edge, but whenever he would see the living, he would remember something he had lost.

Short Stories - NASy2bxiRP

Enraged Spectre