Written by Ellen Sanders   Masks and dreams of days long past; monsters creep, they always last. Dances that were never real, but seemed a way to make me feel. I crawl and crawl in mud so deep. I wake and know I did not sleep. The gloves are off; I’ll fight no more. I need […]


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