Help me, for canvas imprisoned here, A respite too short for crowds near, Mine art is subtle, if not to…
Our Nearest Hour
Punting through the lake neath a memory vacant for some time, then she said it was just a memory, one…
All the fate
And slowly she breathes a wind, A wind that sends her away, The wind that breaches fate, The fate that…
Her resolve
She walks the path she owns, The tar she pours alone, The way she goes at speed, Her pace not…
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