Witchy Outing

Lost art of lost control

By Willem IndigoPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Into the nothing

for the thirteenth lunar zoo,

capricious new you.

nature poetry surreal poetry

About the Creator

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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