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i want to know
the story written
in her sad, dark eyes
i wonder why
she cries at night,
her sad, dark eyes
never smile, but
captivate, trance like
pleading, needing
sad, dark eyes i
want to know the
pain they hide and hold
the softest touch
the tilted chin
the lightest kiss
to ease the pain
away, her sad
dark eyes follow me
burned forever in
my mind, i carry her
burden across time
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Hi, I'm Clay Lowe. I'm a narrative alchemist working at the intersection of depth psychology, chaos magick, alchemy, mythic imagination, and myth-making in the AI age. I treat stories as spiritual technology, the code we use to construct reality. I design games and tools, and create practices for inner transformation and self-mastery.
lovely work folk
thanks T