Day 1562, insights. Day's pictures, Poetry This white like metal fog I see staring into me ~ the empty prison with walls from the blood spilled by my insights Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
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