I gaze over Terra, beyond the boundariesOf the swaying tree lines and washing winds,that divide…
Tag: Poetry
They crack the safes hidden in our portrait of communication. an intercourse of social science,…
Awake in the presence of Night, he claims the dreams from me, and leads me…
Doctor Moreau retracts his claws, says,“You are running out of time,” says,“Your eyes are falling…
In this barren and hazy asylum,Of reveries and anxious ruin,I enter this toxic time machine,Never…
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