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September 20, 1976
To Crave The Darkness
Scars carved by demons in my brow Show the devil to be an artist. The cut, the flap, the unstitched wound All heal...
Michael Varga
September 20, 1976
Wings That Do Not Stop For Sleep
They are tireless wings That beat no retreat And do not stop for sleep—sleep that might be theirs, Or sleep that should be...