Aby Kittiwake
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Too Late
I hold you As darkness holds you Suffocating and tight endless Darker days will always be your path now Sun with its trueness Round and fiery Means nothing to men who Conjure up tricks from the dirt And call their rudimentary practice enlightened Let us leave them now And not partake in chaos’ mindless musical… Read more
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The Small Death
Poems without homes Uncertainty’s kin Rot in your silence In Time’s roaring open mouth
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