I am hardly ever disheartened, medium strands of black hair tossed upon the shoulder as …
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Category: Prosery
Dystopian Society
We carry the remains. We carry them within, fragrance of what once was, in the …
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Night on thoughtful plains finds an echo in the art of time
As the blackness of night comes, I calmly watch myself be erased, the only evidence …
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Undoubtedly You
I often wonder if there’s anything more left to express. If the sighs emanating from …
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Leaning atop the graceful balustrade
One cube of sugar and a mug full of likelihood as the sun upon the …
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Untitled (You say that trees bring their art to the world)
Delirious, dauntless and dissolute – this Autumn breeze, brilliant petals of pink and gold that …
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