Written by Chaka PX The slain lits, Drifting in cold pasture Behind forces of unconscious thought, Eyes of magnifying mirrors, I see myself drunk. Back to knees of mercies, Hat pain resounds in warning, My cup is almost full, Judgement awaits. I see, I can't see, My warmth is careful in darkness, Break free of... Continue Reading →

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