Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Edgar Allen Poe, writes tales of woe, where spooky things end up in walls, or under floors.
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This was written a while ago (couple months), but I just found it, and thought it should be here.