Wire and Wood

  A line crosses the dusty plain pulled by it's ends Chiseled for centuries, peaks rise robustly toward deep blue The arid air pulls breath from my unspoken mouth long left parched by doubt and crime Clouds bleed across the sky The damned stay withered under coffee stained landscapes and teeth A single road passes... Continue Reading →

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