Poetry 51611 by Maqlu|Published May 16, 2011-Updated August 23, 2014 the crow struts borders and crosses back and forth free alone to conquer
Published August 9, 2010 8910 in his fantasies his cortege is thousands strong hanging on each word if he opened his sealed eyes he’d see they’re already […]
Published May 28, 2014 Daywalker I’ve been too cautious about giving off my scent, I think too cautious about avoiding the Scene instead of throwing gasoline on […]
Published October 11, 2010 101110 He hates himself most The mirror a mocking glass The nemesis twin a mutual stranglehold until the flaws are bled out
Published November 22, 2010 112210 dim weak daylight creeps into exhausted green eyes a reprieve from dreams but no relief from the grind silver not gold dissolving