Stuttering voices echo Across an empty cavern Spectral forms Sing from the shadows Hammer falls Sound a rhythmic beat Clattering… Read more Food court, 9am
Stuttering voices echo Across an empty cavern Spectral forms Sing from the shadows Hammer falls Sound a rhythmic beat Clattering… Read more Food court, 9am
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A picture, Exploding into view On an eye, That never blinks A colour Next to deepest grey A promise That… Read more Brain death
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