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Forgotten A congregation convenes to confront a cold corpse's casket. Bringing before it tears, emotions, memories, and trembling limbs. Not a single word is mustered, yet a realm of regret clouds the scene. Tears graze the soil that will become an eternal resting place – six feet under. Naïve mortals mourn the hollow flesh, ignoring the omnipresence of the dead. An icy breeze turns vertebrae into glaciers, chilling any soul whose eyes encounter the casket. Words would only interrupt the ceremony. Tears only salt the earth, which awaits flesh. We must cherish the memories nearest our hearts, lest the casket, the corp

Whenever I fall asleep I feel my blood just racing faster Creeping up to find a lover To devour in pain and laughter It's a terrible love to be A painful love to see But surely it's not Intentionally It's a hobby to be It's a habit of greed Maybe it's not his fault He loves him softly just to find a lie But he stabs his eyes To stop himself to cry To wreak a soggy majesty Upon a murderer in the sympathy It's an experiment A love is just a testing But do you think upon His past before you flee? Cleverness It's a serving winch But it's a saw to be in half of thee To die and flatter the stench

The New Commander Arawin sat in the carriage uncomfortable. Every now and then having to shift her weight even on the thick cushion underneath her. The bumps from the road didn't make things any better, and every time the carriage would hit one, Arawin moaned as she had to shift her weight once more. "Relax, Iell. We're almost there." Lisha sat across from her. The Dalish elf watched over the other with a slight smile. It was a motherly smile with a hit of humor behind it, as she was all too familiar with the pain Arawin was going through. "I really hope so," Arawin said as she lifted her backside and flexed her back the best she could. He