Tag: ink
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At the Edge of Waking
Those images that come at the edge of waking weave lies I believe with all my heart only for a moment before the supports break pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea…
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The Closed-in
The closed-in world is here around me In my bones, under my skin down to the soul And all the fires rage far away from this place With ice in my fingers I long for the flame…
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The Bookstore
The sign grabbed my attention and would not let go.Books. Used. New. Rare. Buying. Selling.Scratched in paint, a neat white column of lettersThat draws me down into the undercroft.Inside I find a man who appears even older than his waresSquinting at the world through gold spectacles.The musty smell of old dust jackets, leather, yellowing pagesFills…
Mitchel David Ring 