Sadness replaces joy; the vein of existence, the basis of which remains unknown,lovers remain gleeful under covers whilst, upon my temptation…
it is everywhere
In the darkest corners In the deepest crevices Lurks the dark phantom.
Scents of blooming orchards:
A threat to a whole new oldsituation /standing at the walllike it’s been badThey tried to…
“Daddy.” she saidwide eyed and tearyhead on my chestupon the bed.
