Politiktheatron
What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...
Read MoreWhat we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...
Read MoreThe rift between two clouds1 closes me in. I’m bound to be suffocated by a hurricane wind2,...
Read MoreThread a memory from candlelight, night doesn’t end when I see you, evenings pretend they...
Read MoreIt’s five past seven. Cody couldn’t move. He’s five feet under thoughts, a spelling queen sits on...
Read MoreThe act, yesterday, buried within, a slice of temptation as I say NO. The evil decide what is an...
Read MoreTime… Oh, time! Tell me, why do you run away from me? I try to grasp your intelligence, but I am...
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