Bold tremors

Sleep, once greatly admired, avoids our nights as tremors and torments grow bold. What is this, I so want to grow old, sleeping my nights away, sleep Caine and stay, I pray…WAM Advertisements

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Between Remember

Between the bites, with flames streaming into night, remember… Between the nights deafening roar, the fires of battles, he remembers… Between the laughter crossing waves, the parades we, each other gave, remember… Between the tears, wading ashore with his fears, he still remembers… Between the smiles of family not seen for a while, remember… Between […]

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