“Where are you?”

“Where are you?” In the muck and mire. “Where are you?” Setting the world on fire. Wrapped with the serpent. Damning Eden. Covering beauty in foliage and the land with shame. “Where are you?” I have yet to know. It is dark. But I love it. It is dark. I can hide. (“Pleasures untold await”) […]

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