Thus in the darkling hours, twix nib and paper pressed, lies all our thoughts allied to subtle recompense. Speaking not of fates lost shot and all that roils beneath we dodge the sum of all our hopes and lay the final wreath.
September 04, 2015
Thus in the darkling hours, twix nib and paper pressed, lies all our thoughts allied to subtle recompense. Speaking not of fates lost shot and all that roils beneath we dodge the sum of all our hopes and lay the final wreath.