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Pervasive has become the travails of force majeure these days, Appealing to our dissociative senses to renounce the old ways - How, then,...

The starless night sky bewails its pitch darkness, So does my heart - enervated with abating verve; ’Tis an unsettling gloom that shrouds...

What is consciousness, if not, self-preserving? Defined by a characteristic non-transience, Amorphous and inexplicable by tangibility -...

The road ahead may be turbulent and pernicious, And the journey may not be as alluring; There’s some leap of faith that something...

Yes, this night might be weary, Vexatiously unsettling and dreary - The cauldron of desperation’s brewing, Manifestations of fears’...

Doth thou wonder how the desires arise? Tempting to the mind but achievable - Fulfilling the need of our natures, And a human disposition...