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The Winter lurks in the growling sun; alas, a burning end— just a time before, nineteen ninety nine with rumors of demise, rumors of the end, ..

I fly on diamonds; we dance in azure seas, and float within the wraith of another, we, ask of the demon to allow our sacrifice “ah! Take my..

The sinner’s seas swirl in forgotten dreams of her; the magnificent her—she who bears mine heart, a flick of the paint-brush, a dab, h..

Long wind, comes rolling in from a place where the dead learn to fly, an angel speaks when you don’t try to listen and the message could onl..

Cold, concrete beneath my unclothed feet; shards scattered from the mirror between— worlds, ah, worlds, speak a little, speak a little, speak..

Two fifty eight a.m.Moonlight; reflects faces within the halls, I see these faces amid hollow places, and recite frames of silent fall—now, ..

I have this box and the contents inside are all of my secrets and all of my lies I colored it green and sometimes I sit upon the roof and ask god t..