A touch of #EdgarAllenPoe
The tide that binds hasn’t always had its place. How many souls must be lost in a mesh of forsaken words or unable to turn a page? The backlash of others where it didn’t have its place told tales of a thousand words in oblivious attempts to hinder the suffering of their own souls. A thousand words too many came from a forsaken place or unable to turn a page.
Words warrant to another didn’t have its place. Countless times in the ruins of chaos, the mighty tongue of another sliced at the hearts of others unable to turn a page while souls of others battled to find its place.
Chaos at its best becomes words of many. Ten folds too many words so to speak. Turning a page with the mass of many becomes the ultimate destruction that turns tides into withered storms. The backlash of a storm at…
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