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The Illusion

March 2, 2015 martin 0

Like you perhaps I am the heathen who sifts through the hazes of a blood soul sentence. One that is forged in an emptiness that cannot fill or find space between remembering or forgetting past entrenchments. With the shackles and shapings of exemplary upbringings, coupled […]