A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Centipede Catwalk Solid bone A thin line of advancement where I know I won’t fall As long as you’re watching me, but sometimes you’re busy, looking into Your father’s eyes Ocean blue stains on a white canvas, blinking more often than they see Soul submerged, YouContinue reading “WD 131 “Centipede””
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