and when the night's end is tragic,
the blazing sun rising up above
becomes a curse that you must bear--
only i could know the tolling bell
of its searing, pendulous stare.
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Stories by Dandy
the stretching silhouette
this next year's worth of poetry and the like
completely unbecoming
year three of miscellaneous poetry and the conclusion to my sunflower trilogy.
of nothing in particular
A poetry/short story collection of mine without any planned themes or direction.