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johnny2x4

Poetry

  • Like a cat tied to a stick

    Dream on you weary child, eclispe the sun rise in your heart. Buzz and play in the meadow fields, forget the sorrow of being apart. Leave behind those green hills, ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves