Tue Feb 11 2025
Drinking darkness in small sips (Marcella Boccia) I drink the darkness in small sips,savored like wine from a shattered glass,its bitter taste a quiet kissupon the lips of a haunted past.The moon bleeds a pale, tired light,casting shadows that twist...
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