Poetry – Havoc and Consequence

YOUR PILGRIMAGE I love your silver dressed dreams. Darlings, that call us all to look. To peek and prod in an unforgiving time. Hook your hate around my hand, thrown in the bag to drown. Kittens, pebbles in your pocket. You call this your pilgrimage. A racing stumble through our great beyond. But that was…
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