Poems from Aegis

What sweet pain it is to love. What a toxic nectar to slurp down so willingly, How warm of a chill to accept within ourselves, No doubt in...
Style. Unique traits accompanying creation. Personality. Character. Identity. Style.   To lack is to not have, which is seen of them who...
I want there to be something beyond here. This world of norms and wading ponds is a continual experience of foundationless questions. To...
I'm, shocked. I felt so, behind you. Like you were already so far ahead. You were gone. And now, you say.... Am I yours? Are you mine? This...
Wow, there it went Gone. Away. A memory. How did that happen? I want to ask if IT even did happen, but- It did. I can remember.  It sits...

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