Gheeneil
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THE CRESCENTA Poem by GheeneilOn a grim of a night’s passing Moon’s promise teases through silvery trail- Fading; toward the end of illumination, A si.. |
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THE RESIDENTA Poem by GheeneilWhat‘s with dead bolt when hinges run loose? If he comes to get you, he will! Without a mere vibration nor you knowing it Until .. |
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MOURNING CUPA Poem by GheeneilHe always had it black: A nostalgia of sweetness Poured into my china cup, Steaming cold. Fresh scent of white smoke Fr.. |
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A COROLLARY TO WHAT'S EVIDENTA Poem by GheeneilForbidden |
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BREATH OF DAWNA Poem by GheeneilThe escape for rebirth |
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