(P.S. poetry series) Worth A Shot?
Cars drove by, a simple sigh at six in the morning, The day starts and the body drops, Shots heard on the block in the…
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Paper, Pen And A Few Buttons
I’m fucking tired of typing in a program. Sick of the fucking thing correcting me as I go along. Oh, really dear program, this sentence…
North
I saw you somewhere before. You are like that white female wolf prowling in the glade of snow. Across the frozen lakes, in uneven debris…
Until when I hide?
Living in secret Until when I hide? Between the excuses Of having no time Or maybe was the dearest Blindside of mine Saving the merit…
