Did you know the world
was going to end? Ours? Yes, look
into the mirror.
Image By AlfvanBeem, Prague Astronomical Clock (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Before I arose the tangerine sunrise squeezed its citrus air through my bedroom window dripping fresh pulpy nectar of a new day onto the co...
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