A Cosmic Composition
A color that I have almost forgotten sits so dearly upon your lips, and here unto you I offer, a poor man’s last cigar,A cigarette,...
A color that I have almost forgotten sits so dearly upon your lips, and here unto you I offer, a poor man’s last cigar,A cigarette,...
[ Phobos: Holy terrors to tread along these waters beloved Deimos, the liquid is suffering more as he endures more Deimos: Darker the spirit, Darker...
Two gold coins and a sapphire pearl, a gift onto Charon; Ferry me there my son, down the river and across the ebbing shores that...