Monday, February 6, 2017

A Long Road Comments

Rating: 4.5

Nothing to think for,
at this moment. Faceless fears―
like pine needles,
prick the toes in walk.
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Satish Verma
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Lantz Pierre 11 February 2017

The fire began as a single tongue. Of a small animal, or maybe a newborn. The puppy you were given for your third birthday. Even at so young an age you were bigger than the beast. The baby beast. Before it grew and could cover the land in leaps and bounds.

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