Poetry

Purple

Purple

As conscience to a fall so too the foothills couched in series of expanding rivers each

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As conscience to a fall so too the foothills couched in series of expanding rivers each

Void

Void

The day begins in darkness Cold rain unseen as branches crack and fall Lit by lightning

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The day begins in darkness Cold rain unseen as branches crack and fall Lit by lightning

Insomnia

Insomnia

The cold white moon an eyeball Watching me Watching it                         Watching me                         Watching it

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The cold white moon an eyeball Watching me Watching it                         Watching me                         Watching it