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All the chinked wears

By Willem IndigoPublished about a month ago • 1 min read

Photo by Angel Luciano on Unsplash

Let loose on the wolves,

no winner in the bonfire

hue. Foes mourn my meal.

Haiku

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Willem Indigo

I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?

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Sandy Gillmanabout a month ago
I love the dark imagery here.

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