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730 · Feb 2021
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.
663 · Feb 2021
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.
622 · Feb 2021
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.

— The End —