Poetry · Writing

passive forks

SamT.Gutierrez

i don’t know where this is going

it’s not you it’s me

i think we are just heading into differnet directions

blah blah blah

echo’s down empty corridors

empty words

sprayed on empty walls,

begged for the truth

met with the distance

and a beer

Published by SamT.Gutierrez

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