LIX.
he who fights with monsters should be careful
lest he become one.
and if he should gaze long enough into the abyss,
the abyss may also stare back.
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Poetryi prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
LIX.
LIX.
he who fights with monsters should be careful
lest he become one.
and if he should gaze long enough into the abyss,
the abyss may also stare back.
A
