The corpse of epiphany gripping my soul’s revelation like a ghost’s accusation clattering in the cold sod’s attic of my mind’s insanity. Or perhaps it was just the bones of ice in my whisky’s glass coffin whispering lies in the goddamn night, bleeding the blood of condensation watching the garden grow on my napkin’s grave, “Crows in a pie.”
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Corpse of Epiphany
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Cleverly penned, Adagio. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.