Thunder
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those days spent gliding through the streets rubber on concrete and distant laughter with the sun bearing down on our backs you once told me you loved me on a... Read More
editors note:
We are the thunder, heard after Death’s lightning strike. (We welcome Brittany to our crazy congress of Contributing poets with this submission. Read more of her madness, including another new one, seeking sparks, on her new page – check it out!) – mh clay
