Milestones (not A #poem) Mindless your hearts distance Pains like a watery pit Do we stay or do we sit Young thing young hands Tremble grasping rivers Timber failing drowning out Bones crushed feelings Starving stormy winds The marching of our song Is a sanctum for the wrong And the footsteps of the past Will be blessed Blinded by our love A memory tuned buzzed Methamphetamine simple pleasure
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