Unveiling the Haunting Journey of Carcosa: A Poem That Blurs the Lines Between Reality and Memory
The Echoing Yell Laid Low, All Once Guilded Now Rubble, In Scorn Of Lovers Guided…
The Echoing Yell Laid Low, All Once Guilded Now Rubble, In Scorn Of Lovers Guided…
You have my back l have yours Your love never was for sale Money can’t…
When I write I think of Ray How would he phrase this? Raymond Carver died…
Shades of Sweet apple reds Painted on cheeks and lips Impart a youthful glow instead…
Here, where trees and foliage meet; Where rippled waters glide, A robin’s joyous tree top…
I wrapped myself with the rhino-skin, My boss moved around and looked at my wrapper…
Love me not because of my beauty, For beauty is a mortal! Mine will fade…
At the age of late teen age– he with his thousands of twin brothers leaves…
We have gathered on the hillside this Autumn eve, enjoying the brisk air that lifts…
Like to watch you In the morning Getting out of bed Stretching Nude Your graceful…
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