Disingenuous proposals,
I stand firm in a whirlwind,
spinning heads vomit ambiguous summonings,
dormant particles compliment the light,
out of sight; inside the thought of mind,
blackness fills the oneness,
arrows come from all directions,
dry, brown dirt, becomes the haven.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2020 17:00
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