into our peace

Light burned through the dirty window pane, illuminating the lives trudging into the night, uneasy and disturbed, aches in the back, in the bones, a low murmur of words, never meant to be heard, explored, developed, exposed, considered, understood, refined, inferred. A voice in the darkness spoke suddenly, clearly, forcing it’s way into our peace.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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