Soot would offer dust by eve unturned, On embers new, when their marches come All those brewed by fire aghast…
Category: Realism
Prose on Life.
Prose on Life.
Soot would offer dust by eve unturned, On embers new, when their marches come All those brewed by fire aghast…
Walk away and never turn back the notes when I say their ink are but colours of unseen before mine…
Punting through the lake neath a memory vacant for some time, then she said it was just a memory, one…
Across the room there were no curtains, not even a door. There were no lights, no windows, no bed nor…
And he shall find no peace in him; in envy of life and the world was he who could only…
The great God has appointed Death to task, upon His Exercise a mask equipped for spoils that only fear himself.…
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