Energy, it’s all refined forms of energy. This ink will soon fade. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Crude-cut distant sands. A blind man with plan in hand, promising riches. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
Refracted beams gleamserene from infinite dreamsin a night unseen. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
Moon dances uponmidnight covered window panes,my eyes reflected. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
This lulling silence,memories of past pleasuresplaguing my sick mind. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
Rest herein you Godwin villiage…
Taste of salt in mouth…
Watching, listening, waiting for the first sign of incursion…
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