Hooked upon the Hinges

Sometimes when on the fringes, we stare into blinding lights, get hooked upon the hinges, weep dry tears throughout the night. Sometimes our desert soul screams, searches for vulture-life bliss, tears out the mirage of seams, betrays, fronts our eyes' stark hiss. Sometimes we grow to love what isn't- ours nor theirs in Time. We … Continue reading Hooked upon the Hinges

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