Poems for Wisteria, a literary journal
New life
The times of the abhorrence and pain
The apprehension and paranoia
Recalling them is something I can still taste
When my vast trust would drive me on
Then evaporate as fast as it was obtainable
Accusing the people seemed proper at first
Along with myself
And culminating with the Architect himself
For being unable to use that ( Read more... )
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