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My stories

Sunset Sonnet 1

When april rose with soothing showers of Sublime swans that covers the horizon I awoke on a sweet, soft, summer's day Where the clouds in the sky carved incisions

Luna and Adonis

An Evening of Silence and Melancholy Is the painful beginning As I passed a valley of darkness and astrayal And loneliness sprouted my fair being The moon was nearing it's apathetic apex

At Long Last We Will Fall

Paralyzed by the top view of our descent The downfall of our empire's might into ashes The leaders whom we idolize for their character Are the traitors who sent and scorched our home

Nevermore

Lost in the silent evenings with washed up regret Fear of realizing the evil acts freezes my heart Her foolish foosteps that wave goodbye on my face Now are the lost memories that spits disgusts

Andrew Lone

Andrew Lone is a writer and at the same time a loner. He was once a famous novelist (this is pure fiction) but now lives alone and discusses life.

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