He met with ocean waves, like concrete, After his long journey down. Feathers scattered over hot wax. My angel has fallen, And there was nothing I could do to catch him, So I hold him, For the last time. Screaming at the sun. How could …
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Collin Kornish
Makeshift Graves on The Sides of Highways
Do you ever find rest where you layas the unending flood of busy lives screams and is goneDo you find yourself begging to the ones who buried you to be seen againDo the worms who gnaw at your flesh also choke on cement Does the …
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