Sleeping giants – Howl Davies I found the sound of her voice soft and alone- always far gone. Prone to the dull ache, the drone of hatchet cries. Coming alive in matchstick fantasies of Ketamine lovers and 4am dynasties. Wishing to relive the pornographic hallucinations witnessed on prime-time re-runs. The revelations of forever after, severed, […]

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