Of phone-sex and c(r)aves
Veiled, your words are shadows copulating on the wall of Plato’s cave, mere promises and dreams a fog who burns at dawn, yet there is a crave in veins and […]
Veiled, your words are shadows copulating on the wall of Plato’s cave, mere promises and dreams a fog who burns at dawn, yet there is a crave in veins and […]
Broken into order, arranged we’re waiting row by row each hue its own; each shade of you is sorted through; how brittle is your shell? Cause yolks are yellow, brains […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
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rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
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Poetry
About fantastical places and other stuff
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