Where the Woods EndSunlight bathed the small village as dusk began to fall. The soft birdsong and gentle rush of the river below was contrasted with the bite of axe on wood, and the harsh cries of men at work.Where the Woods End
The powerfully muscled young logger severed yet another tree, and stepped back to breathe and watch it fall. The day’s work had been arduous, but rewarding. He could feel the fresh mountain air in his lungs, his sweat cool on his skin, and the sun bright in his eyes.
The town bell rang shrilly, scattering the birds in surrounding trees. It signaled the end of the work and supper for the workmen.
High chatter an
B IIIYou've been largely replaced By a skilled few others, Those with a little heart, Brother.B III
How many times have we talked? Not about what you're doing wrong, How many times have you balked? Doing absolutely fuck all.
Do you think that one transparent message, One half assed call Can do anything at all
Towards breaking down these walls.
We were close once, We were special once.
But there's too much you've missed,
Too many secrets you don't know, To much between us to bring us back together now.
The ball's sti
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR
Short Story
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*slaps self*
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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"I have died,
I will die,
It's alright,
I don't mind."
This I have to watch. lol.
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Like the wind, your voice always carries a different song. Maybe one day...just maybe...you'll sing mine.
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"I have died,
I will die,
It's alright,
I don't mind."
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Like the wind, your voice always carries a different song. Maybe one day...just maybe...you'll sing mine.
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"I have died,
I will die,
It's alright,
I don't mind."
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Hiding from the gallows
I walk with shadows
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