Ishaisms

CONSUMED

If I could write as deeply as I love,wine would rain down from the skiesand we'd dance underneathverses would flow from our veins and symphony reside in the tap of our feetbreathing fire would make anewtowns and cities fall on their knees,leaving the earth more fertilethan heaven,in its gloriously destructive wake And so,I search wildly… Continue reading CONSUMED

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