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Loner

I sit alone… In the space of hereafter and nevermore…and the colors of rust and Ambrosia. I sit on the line of 3/4 of inch and a 4th of a millimeter …in spaces of low […]

RED DOOR

Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk. Dunked, and stuck. Stagnate and unmovable. Red Door. Locked. No entry. Neon green. Bright and effervescent. Feverish, flailed and flipped Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black. Unashamed and free […]