Black Out Poetry

I Sat for a moment at the foot of a path of stone and roots and was filled with a deep throbbing call...

I Sat for a moment at the foot of a path of stone and roots and was filled with a deep throbbing call…

 

swirl-md

Unwholesome Power

swirl-md

Spring 020

 

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