P     o     e     t     r     y      . . .  

Poetry

Poetry

  

spellbound

 

  

              Just as i

               expect

               never to fly again

               i smell your per-

               fume, its

               effect is

               relatively unapproachable.

 

               Reality is, by it

               obscured

               so

               easily.

by Justin Olmanson

P     r     o     g     r     e     s     s     i     o     n 

read at your own risk...

discovered, lost and squandered

death

various people

prayers, hymns and questions

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