Passenger Seat by MYRYN VILLAFLOR There's a rush between the many folds of my flesh; like a fast, upbeat love song in an afternoon ride. -Never ending- a lithe man inside, clad in...
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Lonely World by MYRYN VILLAFLOR As geniuses design, my destiny's canvas, requiem of sanity - stirs a sullen howl. Floating in the shadows of forever dusk; mysteries unmasked, I'm but a...