The RunsA Poem by Peteunable to digest rancid, rapidly changing feelings and emotions parasites of dysentery waging war my soul feeds upon itself as it tries to sortassimilate digest make sense with only two ways out one with a shout the other with loads of doubt neither with resolute, binding clout © 2024 Pete |
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1 Review Added on June 7, 2024 Last Updated on June 7, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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