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.

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2020 17:00
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 33

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