In a sea of words is there no greater storm than deception. The art of making is for fertile cause;…
Simple Smile
A day would pass then would never smile, Was it then her heart did beat too fast, Then knew the…
Of Yahoos and Humans
From thence he returned with no abode but lay, Could not utter words at what horror that may, So much…
Maker
But Maker not so humble, With which shall fall to crumble, And be ought to start with flesh, His sand…
Beauty and deceit
Once he walks, there he bays; Finer than light, none ere days Gesture a moisture to soothe, The only that…
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