July 8, 2018 · 6:27 am

Hans Burgkmair
245
–
Mirror/Mask
Is the Case
Imprisoning me
As I Yearn to Be Free
One
Only I Can See
Full of Haunted Memory
She Won’t Concede
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June 14, 2015 · 1:21 pm

Mauritius Lowe
What
Shall I
Blog About
Today
Some Thing
That Will
Change
my Fate
Or
Just
Plod On
In Idyllic
Waste
Hold
the Course
I Hear
you Say
Find
Satisfaction
In
the Yearn
the Burn
To Get
Off
your Ass
&
Stand
All Else
Be Damned
So
That Is
my Say
Today
#B27321
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October 1, 2014 · 10:26 pm

Gustave Dore
the Track
Down
This Path
Hard
as Stone
&
I
Wonder
If I
Will Ever
Know
the Comforts
of Hearth
&
Home
Miles
of UnEnding
Road
Have
Left me
Callous
&
Cold
&
Many
a Night
I Yearn
For the
Earthy
Bed
of Loam
At the
End
of Life
#B27321
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