smorgasbord of poetry, photos, political hairballs...MOTEs "More energy, grit and real life in them than 96.8% of the bullshit that comes into the Corpse."
The waves of ire
Land, land hard, weaving undone
Into beaches of
Sunset gold, gold
Eyes prize, seize
And can't hold,
Hold.
2018
Stonemason asst.
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