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Eden Maine

We drove the long way home, past the prison gates and through the years. And at the side of the road we saw a faceless man whose old grey skin held his

Along the lines of your face and the hollow of your skin, I see a snake with a furrowed brow and an empty oil can for a heart. Some might say treason

Alone I stand. Together we fall apart.

Please take my hand, and let me lead you through these museum halls. My god, the light casts an ugly shadow across these decaying walls. And should I

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We drove the long way home, past the prison gates and through the years. And at the side of the road we saw a faceless man whose old grey skin held his

The line of broken streetlights lit a faint shadow. And smoke hung in the air like a welcome note to an old friend. Tonight it seemed that even the blackest

She lay in the air, abandoned from the neck down. Her flesh splintered across the disenchanted earth. And in the darkness of the hillside where her body