I. Comatose civilization; tamed desires of heaven; sleeping watchmen everywhere. Fields of tares under pleasant beds; our teeth sets on edge. The fence of once formidable family, weakened by the night stalker, when men slept; COMATOSED II. If you meet her soul at the market square, the old lover, don’t judge her lonely feet. Sing... Continue Reading →

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