new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Deep in the night, one talks to oneself perhaps more than is healthy. The mercy is, this echo chamber, a cathedral of fools, has no listening gods but those of one's own foolishness in it.
You're not alone, my friend.
Deep in the night, one talks to oneself perhaps more than is healthy. The mercy is, this echo chamber, a cathedral of fools, has no listening gods but those of one's own foolishness in it.
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