Jesse McMurray

Ode of the Hour

In the seasons of illusion, the encephalon is remontant in the most startling of ways, for within every line it has something to say. Between our differences, we seek the Truth, collective acknowledgement underlying our youth. The following to come is about when day met night, when my partner and I joined the plight.

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