He'd been gone a full year
and there were apt to be more.
A carnal tour
of death and regret.
He runs down the staircase of his mind,
and couldn't crave any more.
He takes what he's given:
Novice orders in commandeered territory.
High society wounds.
Poetry, Rants, Expressions, Stories both fictional and non-fiction, and otherwise worthy collections of words.
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