Monsters come from imaginary scenes,
ferocious paralytic dreams,
yet -
the evilest lies not of words typed upon varied sized machine;
nor captured for the silver screen;
only needn't but pierce up & to the right above spleen.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
