In the silver silent dead Of a lethargic night, Pain is an owl caught in a dazzling headlight, Whose glaring eyes of red Steer gliding flight on white wing Towards the cold metallic glimmer of morning. Pain twists like an owl’s head, Grips with talons of crushing power, Tears with the sharpness of […]
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