oh foul gourmand night,your shades have such an appetite;savagely chewing bitesfrom our hoary moon.oh my bitten moon,you shan't grieve,your pale cresc..
painted facesreflect the pigmentation of shameand the strings of anger are pullingthe logic to falldesiccated rivers of desirefound no will to reviveI..
this is my first story that I've written so I'm very much an amateur, it is based on true events that have occurred in my country.
all the criticism ..
scourging atrophy have pervaded my souland life is erodingI imbibe the sourceof the crystalline watersto savor the truthI fondle with clayto find my b..