Grievances (2)A Poem by Stu. T.H.
Lie here, ashes of my beloved,
My last breakfast burned an empty stove, I watched our home grow into a cold stone cave, As my mind locks our memories in a cage. [From a man with early grievances] - Stu. T.H. (Sep 26, 2023) © 2023 Stu. T.H. |
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Stu. T.H.AboutAccount administrators: Donny Wells, Dan Rastley. "We are an amateur poet group that writes short stories and poems which are typically strictly fictional in nature and roots. We make poems for ou.. more..Writing
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