There was a moment when candles could burnwithout watch o’er the wax as it would wane.Now we snuff them out as blackouts return,lackluster leaders denying all blame. Bottled sunlight can warm a home or two.With invest, sparks catch and ignite... Continue Reading →
We’re all a tragic story waiting to be written, assuming someone’s so inspired.
Starry abyss I’ve wished uponbetween the listless, sleepless nights,is burdened beyond mountain heightswith woes that emanate ‘til dawn. In times of need, we may move onto seeking signs through zodiac.The constellations neatly stackedpaint a pattern across the pit(t). Who do... Continue Reading →
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No idea what to do with the excess calories I get from all the love you withhold from me.
Contort myself to meet you as you are. Because I love your edge, it’s unfortunate nearly 1000 others will always come between us.