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Feb 2021 · 615
Unholy
Han Jin Feb 2021
Your eyes are made of dark crystal and your mortal parts reminds my feeble soul why we were never meant to be holy.
Feb 2021 · 657
The Chronicler
Han Jin Feb 2021
Why waste any second
when I could stare in your eyes
and watch it all unfold again
Slowly as time slips by
like a Chronicler.
Feb 2021 · 720
God In A Bottle.
Han Jin Feb 2021
He sat down
by the bar with a bottle of
whiskey.
And while the angels sang
he listened
to the preachings
of a crooked bartender
Whose days were filled with drunk forgotten nights,
and he knew
for first time
that he has
never felt more
close to God.

— The End —