Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with the
floating hearts and severed heads of my medicine. I must now whisper my other friends back too. I’m sad they’re gone…sad and blue.

Nicholaus Patnaude

Mots clés poetry beauty death medicine goth severedheads whispersinthedarkness

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