This flesh is mine, it has bled, and shed remnants of lies saccharine– […]
Night was elongation of berry-red urge and desire, carrying your words like wisps […]
Oh! a kiss plucked out from the dark seed, impregnable and one that […]
I stand surrounded by mist of a bygone period, the dark ocean illuminating […]
The wind perhaps is most perceptible when we speak of change, blowing empty […]
