Its been five hours since you left, And ripped the rug out from underneath, This comfy position that we have enjoyed, For the last 410 hours. A self confessed eccedentesiest, And an eesome enigmatic character, Embarking on a gin fuelled fantasy, Winding down a treacherous path, That leads to a foggy haze. A night of … Continue reading The Breaking
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Orto Iam Sole
It was in the full bodied witching hours In the quietude of the house - a cliched peace, That we mulled over our history - both worldly and personal. Your voice like incense for my ears and my derelict heart. I am both enchanted and bewitched by you. You proclaim the delectable elixir, in our … Continue reading Orto Iam Sole

