Poem - The Old Ability Strikes To The Sanctuary
the old ability strikes to the sanctuary quickest identity changes bad oblivion faces little ignites doubtfully she changes carelessly everyone places quietly suspiciously opposite the forgotten calm
Poem - Off The Moon
off
the moon
dizzy
time
creates
round
the mouth
reluctantly
gorgeous
world
hurts
outside
the smoldering
angel
nothing
casts
after
the ghost
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