unconsciously pungent
sunless inwardly,
tired out; desolate and eerie,
I, who is he ; reigns in the past, presently. supreme
darkness during light hours, shadow clasps the body.
here here; fiendishly feed the frantic, hungry, self-afflicted disease,
pain is misgiven,
yet, you are as the sender for which receives.
shadow being.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2020 16:32
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Comments1
We're all rather standing on our heads now, as you seem to be doing all time - in your pic! lol.
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