When I feel The pain That always Comes You do not Understand Who I become.
The Prince Inside.
Expectation winds a web, For the fate of most Is decided in, The heads’ of ghosts.
We are not the only ones.
No.
Take me away You try But will you keep me, Once I die?
Salt in The Sentences.
Why do they ask When talking Means to really Breathe.
Antonin Scalia School of Law.
Untie your Shoelaces.
At the heels Of our feet Is A story Written for The hero real And of The dreams We are […]
Occipital Contagion.
A step within Those eyes Was Their Aftermath And mine Too.
The letters that mean NO.
With the recurrence Of the letters That mean no My openness To trying Goes and Goes.
First Light.
Icons in the underbrush, Pulling on the cards And a purchase, On the marsh That endures, On the elbows Of […]
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