By Atraiu Gupta
high human forms float round the night,
withering in wild descendance.
encompass they do, the crags of
solaced white desires; and within slumbers
of time, they turned one; yet, the web
of lies was no bright pride, for their eyes.
By Atraiu Gupta
Conveying so much through do little... wonderful!!!
the exquisitely put the dune books require
Niceee
Cool
So much figurative writing packed in relatively so few words, damn