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"Seeing with my mind and not with my eyes, Sleepwalking through life I scream. The vociference makes me alert again. Exiting the womb of delusion, Visiting a place from the past, I breathe in gasps of ..."

"Never before did my heart wane like this, Like a moon in December’s hold. Wanton its hanging, the veiling of crisis; A flaying that’s yet to unfold. It’s preying on those whom piety failed With a..."

"Those mornings when the rain has just stopped, And I don’t want anyone to see me, When the shades are more apparent, And transparent curtains blow in the blistering winds silky tendrils, Cloaking a..."

"Fire wakes and heaves the poised master, laughing. Oh mist, you wreak eclipse if new weeks give dawn wounds. The dream, the scene: the boat on the chaste lake of tears bearing A delicate heart that d..."