M. David
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Favorite FlavorA Poem by M. DavidIn the wake of all things he has laid to waste,is that awful yet all too familiar taste.The taste of regret he has known since quite young,and here no.. |
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After HoursA Poem by M. DavidWhat a sight, this.He's clenching his fistallowing himself to reminisceonopportunities missedand changes wished.By daylightHe's alrightbut at nightit'.. |