Ethereal Abyss
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Last published Mon, Jul 3, 2023
Poetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day.
A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of escape to a darker, living animal that failed to devour me. It made my writing more powerful and I craved the next chapter of the voice in my head.
A demonizing voice that was so soothing it is unbelievable...
Enjoy my Ethereal Abyss...
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