Foolish

Foolish What a gluttonous savage I have been... Dreaming of love and what could have been... Fantasies and fairy-tales are bound in pages fit for bookshelves... Buried in hallow graves that they dig for themselves... Thy words served cold with a shot of pain... Warth down the throat, with the wooden hint of disdain... My... Continue Reading →

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