Author: abrigham

The dip.

The dip. Willed and weaved a garden so wild, Milled and mislead the ardent child. Lanes now murky...

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The Look

The Look Look keenly and you might find indigo. The stare perhaps only uncaring slate. But should...

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Our Collective

Our Collective For those who are afflicted Vanish as all stamina is spent And, we will feel the weight This foe and this fear Without any rest we will rundown Our collective spirit Without any rest we will rundown This foe and...

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