I make sacrifices in reward of trinkets for my gilded cage.




(No Ratings Yet)The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.




(No Ratings Yet)There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.




(No Ratings Yet)when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.




(No Ratings Yet)No non-poetic account of reality can be complete.




(No Ratings Yet)I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.




(No Ratings Yet)a young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow




(No Ratings Yet)I love with love, so that we all may love.” ~ Amunhotep El Bey




(No Ratings Yet)you areso deliciousto my poetic side.




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