There’s those who believe In fate and the zodiac, Their wishful answers. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Odin’s blood payment, Half his sight given for the Allfather’s knowledge. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
A dagger voice cuts; Doubt laid upon this heart. A Rain of brass petals. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Putrid flesh rended, On history’s bloody page For all eyes to see. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Crescent chortle slant Hanging on crooked half-moon Smile. Dark intentions. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Two halves together, Seam runs down diameter. An odd symmetry. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Oh the sea greens and iridescent blues, Bleach-blended hues in patches construes…
Abstract or Cryptic? Diagonality Forms Ambiguity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Arced revolutions dictate heaven’s direction; always out of view. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
During Moments of The Utmost Seriousness; My Face Holds Sly Grin. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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