John Paul Grips on Nostr: I clasp my hands together and time slips right through the pores within. The visages ...
I clasp my hands together and time slips right through the pores within. The visages of friends, nay, people I have taken note of, some of them not even real, each of their possible fates boring a thin capillary right through.
The hermitorium is due for a spring cleaning.
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