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| Bigger, Better, Meaner This is the unicorn Ataraxe. He's a pretty anguished guy, and not very subtle. He has a bit of a temper too. *understatement* Dark vulture! - The sweetnes of the sunset must die, screaming in terror, before the night can spread itīs wings and fly through horizons bleeding of beauty. The world is wrapped in the beating of crazy wings in the pulse of a strange chaos. The world has shut its eyes behind curtains of unexplainable tears. The air is as thick as flesh. The song of light drowns in the silence, in the calmness of the eclipse that hunts your destiny like a starving shadow. At this dark dawn so far from everwhere and nothingness the sky seems to ask: Why did you not leave? Why did your heart make the world cry? Why is the stars full of pain? Poem by Ralf Persson, do not use, alter or show anywhere on the web (and otherwise) without permission. |
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