The void beckoned but I refused her embrace – weathering storms as frequencies collide and disperse raining curses on the broken whose only crime was – their lust – for the ethereal. Copyright © 2020 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
Category: meditation
“… is no dishonor …”
“… to a menage …”
“… if we are complicit …”
“… are rendered …”
” … to bear alone …”
“… on both sides of spectrum …”
