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Hypocrites thrive on these sorts of occasions. It’s Holocaust Day, a fine time to…
You watch me through the veil I don; what I’ve let you see —…
So, we’ll watch and mind him in the hours,
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© Ingvar Loco Nordin 2023
He looked for her eyes, and saw only dark unfathomable orbs, which made her beauty all the more terrible and desirable.
Faith is not faith until any belief in God is dead.
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l won’t reveal sacred memories that play on convex screens of closed eyes. I…
Days of snow on conifers and quiet vigils of candlelit windows spirit a young…
Her full mothers breast now lent to his eager ruby face.
You’re unusual, Chelsea. I’d be surprised If no one has said that to you. …
