“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
A Bump to the Head
The glow of the moon lit the room ever so slow, my nightstand taking on a life of its own, with delicate shadows dancing around each object, reflecting its scene, awake I am now
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October's Last Day
Ah!, for this night I’ve long been waiting, patiently with such a tired mind anticipating, for everything which it holds in store, a night of deceit and surprise, as this town watches while the pale moonlight
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