Poetry, prose and fragmented thoughts from a dysopian world
December 12, 1998
My child skips ahead Bubbling laughter on the breeze. Left at the
December 4, 1998
Drowning now in silent pain, in turmoil? Finding once more, time-eternal, striding on apace? Go slow then, into mind, Through twilit concsiousness, through
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