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poem by Nemo Nemees

I was best friends with the moon. He told me stories about the stars. He told me how they saved him. from the all loneliness. He says only he can hear them. He says that its his gift. He says that they tell him of who they u... Read more

poem by Nemo Nemees

Your eyes change color as your god intended. Your smile glows as if angels reflected their light off. Your home stenches of bibles, And my burned skin. Your bedroom holds fires of wanted demons. The magic cards express ... Read more