Paying the ferryman
My boat is ready, when they come in groups. Orphans, elderly, unshaven men and teenage girls. The mica in their eyes reflect the river; fear; but in their hands they […]
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Crossing the moat – Conceit for dVerse
you talk with sprockets smooth from oil and grease like bullets from an AK-47 but coming home I find you lost your ease and walk in muddy boots invading heaven […]
