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Pax Mar 25
I open up my idle knife—
that dagger look-alike—
and fold it back
and pass the time.
March 24, 2025
Pax Mar 15
Hear You the screaming of my soul—
that bellow from below?
March 14, 2025
Pax Feb 18
Morning steps out in its gilded gown.
July 17, 2024
Pax Feb 18
Mere silence, too, could be
a melancholic melody.
July 16, 2024
Pax Feb 18
I'm made of lead
as I'm laid in bed,
heavy-laden.
February 15, 2024
Pax Feb 18
Death, whose guise is end to sorrow,
sells salvation 'til tomorrow.
September 17, 2022
Pax Feb 18
I drown when I divert from love,
dragged into a crushing depth;
and lo, the way whereon I trod—
one whose gate is wide and broad—
does lead me unto certain death.
January 2021
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