Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
Dance, shadows, dance!
Swirl around this frail twig;
Snap this branch in half.
Brown leaves, black lives,
Plant the seed — burnt rose.
Fallen angel, take your time,
The wings of your god will kill you.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments2
very interesting and well written
Thank you so much!
Excellent. Well written
Thank you! Much appreciated!!!
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