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Echoes of a Broken Face
From shattered glass a face appears,a map of wounds, a trail of years.Each echo bends, each outline sways,a broken self in mirrored haze. One mouth whispers, one mouth screams,both are real, yet both are dreams.An eye looks outward, sharp with fire,the other drowns in its own mire. I am the hunter, I am the prey,the…
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Fragments of Agony
Eyes bloom where the mind has torn,each gaze a fracture in the night,truth dissolves, and nightmares take its place. The mouth drifts open like a wound,words collapse into rivers of static,echoes drowning in the silence of thought. This body is a cathedral of ruin,its walls carved from sleepless fire,haunted by demons that will not kneel.