stabbed was I by anyone who came into my own... invited them I and felt ashamed at being naked, trapped between my why... and theirs... shalom's all gone unlost, unfound, and bound to understand. reflected image Narcissus, of frozen sand and leaves, an echo cleaves to your distorted image... water has never been a good … Continue reading imago…
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Moriah…
...so fragile when tender mercies mourn above forgotten mornings, with sand beneath the alabaster dreams, how few the sounds are of unsung old memories, unworthy on the parchment of what seems, to be just shallow echoes of some senses, long buried in my bloody battlefields. they're all Moriahs, all my hills and mountains, with stairs … Continue reading Moriah…
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