ProcurementA Poem by AKhaus
My existence is not dependent on such things that may lend themselves to honest reduction.
I will not play with creatures who manifest such fine and grotesque procurement's. It's a single cry in the wind that will carry itself to those mountains and there it will be born, then die. Letting out a beast of pain is agony to the soul yet it's freedom to the mind. When the sun sets tonight, tomorrow will have another light.
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Added on May 8, 2018 Last Updated on May 8, 2018 |