http://slow.writerscafe.org/aislinn%20terre The original writings of author necrocorpuspoiein en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Beneath this lamp of great pleasureCurled myself up as I endureOverflowing rays, glisteningStrike to the eyes, both are seeingThat everyday is a treasureAnd life though sometimes can punctureOur hearts before filled with yearningNow wounded, out they came oozing.With every one simple gestureGiving i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/739673/ Day 7/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/738269/ Day 6/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/738268/ Day 5/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/738267/ Day 4/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/738266/ Day 3/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/738258/ Day 2/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/738252/ Day 1/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/738251/ Condoning reality can sometimes hit you hard in the head. What you feel to seem malevolent is just thrusting deep into the realms of your most precious nerves of existence that you don't feel a glint of the dark anymore. For one reason, there is light that blinds the truth and its veracity encapsula.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aislinn-terre/737829/