Memories.by Painlash1
Sometimes, one must escape to the past in order to seek succor from the present.
The Endby BetwixtTheMoon
The mandatory angst poems.
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Whoops. It appears to have accidentally turned into reverent nature poems. Oh, well.
A Dance Along the Woldby BetwixtTheMoon
A collection of sonnets inspired by the wonders I saw on my recent trip to Ireland!