Thursday, September 25, 2025

Dreams of devils.

I abide my own. 

Terrible dreams of life. 

She hover on me.

The fright in the flesh.

The darling. The bile.


Corrupted function. 

I’m last man.

Emote in her ritual.

Condition of refrain.

Lonely for us.

The vex and  

controlled fancy.

 


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