Oblivion. By themischievousannaJanuary 31, 2015 ( 1 ) Miles and Miles ahead, Perilous, Poisonous, Putrid, Born again and dead. Roaming towards solitude, Swallowing vast the magnitude Devouring as Lion, I am Oblivion. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, Books, drama, drawing, fiction& poetry, film, Nature, poems, poetry Related Articles Under the wasted rubble. By themischievousanna2 months ago Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna3 months ago 1 comment › christianliving2014 January 31, 2015 • 10:56 pm Interesting LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
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