- Poetry: His Eyes.Don’t fall into his eyes…
- Poetry: Shadow Of My Shadow (My Monster).I forget they are there, until I fall on my face, the weight of my monster, clawing at my grace…
- Poetry: Shadow Of My Shadow.The shadow of my shadow, this creature on my chest…
- Focus. Breathe. Return to nature…I promise you’ll be okay…
“And that supernova behind his eyes could not wait,
it would cascade forth in ebbs of creation and splendour.
And the words upon on his lips would not relent,
they would move the stars,
and you along with them.”
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