Biography
I'm a deeply devout poet. True to the word and centered in my presence.
Samples
I hand you the key, yet you can not help but tease. As the light shimmers, your knees slowly begin to quiver. I can not help but notice this as your eyes begin to simmer. Fiery is the touch for I am the scorch that flamed the pillar. Down you go as the endless sleep burns beneath your pillow.
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