Covetous

Across a lake we walk t'wards fate, though sense arrived and left too late, with stepping stones we cross this way and wonder what will hold the day. This stone steadfast and hands we hold as love emerges brave and bold, another stone falls under foot but hearts aflame help souls stay put. As vultures... Continue Reading →

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Yes

And so a cliche I've become, or something like a whoresome nun , and thoughts of us are wholesome none, they blaze above and slice the sun which tears to pieces one by one, my doorways that my demons shun. And memorable I try to be, before the deluge swallows me, of moaning lips both... Continue Reading →

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