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The pathway home, will take steps to places inside Death... I will carry you, for the road after, and our hearts fall closer... As worlds away, we soar. The new darken,
P a t h w a y s By: SeemsPoetic I can feel it in my heart I'm already slowing dying In my mind…
Quiet settles on my lips and on my heart, Not even a sound the dropping pin brings, Push down and kicked down; Not even an echo off these strings.
A garden of white, bouquets of black and purple. Black and purple flowers that resemble her bruised memories. A garden created of pathways, interconnected, confused, and dizzy. A garden of mazes,