![]() PathwaysA Poem by Alisa Js
his memories, contorted
flowing from some other dimensional realm fractured and broken in pieces reflecting what's left along the recesses of his convoluted mind on a good day he sees tomorrow brimming with hope for the future on most days, disaster on most nights, napalm... © 2017 Alisa JsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 5, 2017 Last Updated on December 6, 2017 |