Month: December 2025
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there is a devil in the moss, a devil in everywell awaiting the night and devils in the dogs no one owns it’s why their mouthsare spit out when they are puppies there is a devilthat looks like mist and goblins and demon slime glistening silences growinside the body like mushrooms care must be takennot to break them because they…
Poetry Nightly 