Jonas Leao
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The Lone DancerA Poem by Jonas LeaoThe coldest hour of the nightThe hour of wolves, the hour of IceThe Winds are bleak and bloody knivesWhich murder with demonic graceThe dead are whist.. |
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Celestial EyesA Poem by Jonas LeaoI see the sorrow of the SunOn threads of light by specters spunGiving form to both man and beastIt always drowns when days are doneIn the cold shadows.. |
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The Naked OneA Story by Jonas LeaoHe's naked under the moonlight, another cigarette in his mouth. The smoke dances under the odd breeze drifting from the open window. It's a wind as ho.. |
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