Requiem in RetrospectA Poem by Jerusalem CricketSaid that kid's got a gun.
you are in the trees,
the twisted branches that missed chances to hold hands with the here, the now swim thru infinity somber wanderer, may you find your filigree fortune forever sleep in springtime orchards smile, the pressure's gone lax; let us lay down... backs to the bare ground leave your vessel to the soil but your being to the sky number 5 number 5 number 5 © 2015 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2015 Last Updated on April 8, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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