Childhood Dreams
Your refection frightens me, where are you, childhood? I search empty rooms, gazing at the written...
Read MoreGallery of only black and white and sepia photographs
Your refection frightens me, where are you, childhood? I search empty rooms, gazing at the written...
Read MoreScience must be trusted as it is doubted, poetry must be protected when the truth is dimmed by...
Read MoreSpeak to understand, understated. What would understanding beget? Proceed without knowing a would...
Read MoreIf consciousness is precious, if consciousness is everywhere if accepted a lie as truth, if placed...
Read MoreEvil is a blessing in disguise if you go into the turd and find the nutrients for growth. Without...
Read MoreA spider got lost. As it rains, it spun a web around its neck, every time it spoke, the nest grew,...
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