Poetry · Writing traffic February 7, 2020 SamT.Gutierrez you let them all go into a vast opening into a world yet explored blue as the river once was garbage seeped into my lap through a tunnel built by you grease still dripping from your neck without a flag a path traffic here is awful Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
