Folds in the Portrait: Pain on the Path.
My ambitions are enveloped by the intangible, and there they have been kept. Senses have fallen victim to atrophy, unsure if this hiss is here to hurt or help. Brooding over all which has been eluded and wondering which words (if any) can break this sterility of being, I know what is wanted — at…
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