A Morning in Mourning: Part 3
evgrieve.com Pressed against temple, I felt the strength of my vains, feed the weakness of the mind (Birds just waking, Oh Moloch is their whine, their morning, my mourning, …
evgrieve.com Pressed against temple, I felt the strength of my vains, feed the weakness of the mind (Birds just waking, Oh Moloch is their whine, their morning, my mourning, …
evgrieve.com One Year Later… Coping as Your cotton mouth coughs fill each whisper with a dank echo, Reverb off the tree with those round seeds you tried to eat in a challenge …
evgrieve.com Child slain and smothered as you, a father, delay in mourning. You lay your hand upon hers, she turns to stray, in morning. A woman who said …
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