the forest keeps a spare dusk when needed trees unfold and a second sun ends the dream
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the clouds have calmed but the storm still possesses me her wrath gives no quarter and her thunder reverberates in every waking cell
mind body soul: only the sound of the conch echoes in the morning wind
i wake as if these limbs have never known cold but only the vigor of carnal fires
the winter sun has yet to rise and here i walk this earth bare and innocent
to the fires of lost causes this soul is drawn to
darkness consumed: i can tell by the taint in your eyes your lust for broken worlds
winter’s soul lets go: birdsong and warmth feels like a dream
the winter light at work distilling grey tides of gloom
dark skin deep crawl from flesh to subconscious peeling away at the layers of trauma
elancharan gunasekaran 