The Huntress and the Chasm: A Poem by Ari Margolies
Gazing into the abyss, the abyss gazes back also, inviting and enticing. The chasm and the huntress tease our narrator…
Gazing into the abyss, the abyss gazes back also, inviting and enticing. The chasm and the huntress tease our narrator…
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