Chase May
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The Beast
Each flash of jaws a spectacle. / Glaring teeth exposed, / Snapping together a sharp / Exposition. This is danger.
The Insomniac Mind - Reflections
Will the loom of existence weave a tapestry thriving with joy and embellishment? Or will threads need to be cut; removed?
That which...
To wash away false hope / Like a summer rain, / And replace it with the little bit / That I have to offer.
Time passes slowly
For quite some time now, / An observer I have been, / Experiences tinted by the / Glass of the mind.
