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
For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...
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