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Escaping the Byron in Me: The Trials of Self-Control
Self-control is a leash I keep chewing through. It is a fortress made of wet sand, collapsing the moment I lean against it. There are days...
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MAD CRY OF A DEVIL-CAPTIVE *** Roaring heights, conjurer's desire, Captive mystery, salamandrine lyre. Haunted river, timeless f... -
Indifferent Sky's Child *** Midnight whispers weave twain icy pines, A hunger awakens, as sky's darkness aligns. The creature e... -
Trireme *** In Athens' desolation, shipwright Callias feverishly worked. Spartan forces loomed. His hammer echoed despair, each plank re...