
Some of the sonnets in Ataraxy are written in despair, others in hope. Some might make you want to get out and fight, others to throw in the towel. For we are also made of moments, maniacal and euphoric, or dejected and disheartened. We are all things; and as such, we write about all things.
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149
Publication Date:
2019-01-01
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