the sound of voices carry.hidden away from the path two boys smoke weedfumbling and excited they grow quiet as I pass
Author: JohnEricGritland
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Walking Cycle #000
Walking Cycle is a collection of short poems written every week reflecting on a particular walk be it digital or real. They will be published simultaneously on… Read more “Walking Cycle #000”
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