Those eyes of feeble quietness peer so deeply; difficult To fathom yet holy enough to consider you saved, Oh, what have you eaten? Your breath smells of aromas I only dreamt of in the hole, The graphic details you hold dear from the other night Has become who you are tomorrow and the next however, On the knees, beckoning miss frail by the book, Conjoined … Continue reading Seldom; He Was A Sinner by Alex R. Encomienda