Whispers of Ritual...phantasms of the Black Sun
The Cold Venus
is sleeping with winter
Footsteps of gold,
The Sun goes with Love,
The World and She
among lanterns and torches
anniversary poem
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4 years and i was in a rush to go
to smiths (the musical haunt) it was
friday night, so i got the kids fed
then dashed off in the car like a typical
l...
15 hours ago
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