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Tag: soul

  • When darkness presents and starts to commence. Sense makes no sense,Senses are nonsense,Sensible becomes insensible,Terrible. You look and see nothing,You touch and feel something,You listen and hear too much,Taste? I have not tried it as such. The thought one guides my step,Going and going with my grip and grep.One face,…

  • Deep in my soul, where daemons prowl and crawl, Fainting throb, a sunlight’s fallen thrall. A smithered lad, who once so proudly stood, Over his head, a sturdy, blackened hood. Deep in my soul, few tonnes of ageing haul, And specimens, of bitter, younger molls. Somewhere above, a bluer, lighter…