An Exercise in Literary Thought

This is my invitation.
An invitation to the slip between depravity, and the fading edge of youth- where lies a truth that can only be expressed through the natural flow of voice. As of late my fingers have become rasped, cracked, and bloodied from voicing social frustrations for regurgitated cliches, or acts of violence committed by those desperate to leave their scar on time.
So, come one, come all! Grab your poison and nestle in by the fire where we’ll drown in the pool of my imagination, and sink deep into its well.

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