..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
The Hunter’s alabaster moon
hung in a cerulean velvet sky.
Trails from the hunters bow
caught in the corner of her eyes
from comets long ago.
She is such magic to behold.
I used to meet my emotions with pure fire. I would stuff down the pain, the terror, the worry, the anguish and anxiety. I would sweep it to ...
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