Time’s Fool by Ruth Pitter

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an analysis

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morose

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tonight I sing with undefined words and woeful whims of eternal beauty in a glazed dress smiling as a dark visage brimming with lust to kill a morsel for the shadow queen this… Continue reading

solus

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What was it about omnipresence that appealed to me so much that I destroyed myself – one mountain at a time, one boundary at a time – until the alarms stopped going off… Continue reading