
I wake before dawn and think
how I’m different from yesterday
and the day before that,
each day, hour, minute lurching
closer to a murky grave,
Continue readingI wake before dawn and think
how I’m different from yesterday
and the day before that,
each day, hour, minute lurching
closer to a murky grave,
Continue reading“Right or wrong, it’s very pleasant to break something from time to time.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Continue readingNo one can hear me scream.
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