Apocalypse, Soon [Sonnet] — the !n(tro)verted yogi

When time stopped behaving, I should have known that war was coming – perhaps, something worse. Those who saw themselves sinless grabbed their stones, and started chanting bile — their wicked curse. The hopeless cried with wide eyes, but in vain as they were huddled around burning fires. The best of us opted to go […]

Apocalypse, Soon [Sonnet] — the !n(tro)verted yogi




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