There is a belief hereabouts, that the worst of the lot should be tossed out of the window, with no … More
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Desiring Desire
Place your hand upon my brow and feel how I burn with fever. Soft, cold, rough, old… it does not … More
Hello Death. This is my Poetry.
I listen closely to the evening and search for the feeling in her heart. She looks back into my eyes … More
Story Of The Footloose 