Fear Before It Sees Itself
Thread a memory from candlelight, night doesn’t end when I see you, evenings pretend they...
Read MoreThread a memory from candlelight, night doesn’t end when I see you, evenings pretend they...
Read MoreMinutes crumble in echoes as old age never comes as I prose what never goes. Mornings spread in...
Read MoreThere is no shouting me, only shouting. There is no hurting me, only hurt. There is no...
Read MoreIf I understood words, what would they be doing? They were hiding love, transforming letters into...
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