Dust blows gently on the still night wind.
The moon hung high, the dead lay quiet.
The gentle wisper begins to grow.
Nothing short of screams echo.
As the dirt shifts beneth the trees.
We take our breaths in deep.
Because we are reborn once more by the number three.
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The Dark Thoughts of Devi
A bunch of random pieces.
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Two souls divined into equality conquering and completing in a victorious manor only in the end to fulfill eachother.
-Daveed Lazren-
Me and my twin brother Vadeed.
-Daveed Lazren-
Me and my twin brother Vadeed.