A barrage of thoughtless words.A pointless bickering.
Memories of Blackworth
There is space for every creative in this world
Your enemy is your most trusted…
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My pillow turns hot and cold each night relaying visions every hour on the hour.
Tanka
guitar strings strumming storiescowbells ring a beatpaper flowers bloom
auroral flame burnscoruscant and volatileyet ephemeralfuel spent, swaddled in the gloamashes in eros’s…