Rusted through and covered with vegetation Locked into place for a thousand years Nothing can wake you Asleep and dreaming of glories gone The world…
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Rusted through and covered with vegetation Locked into place for a thousand years Nothing can wake you Asleep and dreaming of glories gone The world…
Leave a CommentThatcher Blue sat on the dark green leather couch, sipping hot tea. Today was to be a great day, he could feel it in his…
1 CommentSomething I wrote over a decade ago. She walks to water’s edge lowers her weeping head why does she cry, for whom does she care?…
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