salutations

the heavy breathing aside i hardly noticed moist handshake slightly shivering i was in awe of the endurance well worn decades in perfect pleats still standing tall despite it all

December Thirty Second

They gathered from all directions We could hear them from miles around The night filtered through the naked trees Shivering branches, dormant with loss Decorated in all manner of glittering strands We spent the month prior getting ready Making light of the inky sky

Mob Rule

He tried turning a blind eye To the fact he couldn't see All the while knowing He'll be walking into trees And on the journey he'll find himself Among masses of whores and thieves Assembling a team of miscreants To go out and live the dream By the time word reaches city gates They've been... Continue Reading →

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