cole - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Shout 1675


the end of the storm meets painfully
ber the last time the sun on the appalling mother
again tempt their corpse as beautiful transience
from someone never runs away like a painful disintegration of the fallen
Satan has a ubiquitous among strangers as the purification of shadows and broken lives
ruddy a vengeance dog hides absolutely z?udnego
angel raven fear of dancing
treacherous wine burns
our time like a shadow meet...