The Sands of Hell
One more time, one last time, come with me to see the ghosts of Huron,
The long boat’s crack and wreck feel the labor of silent men and women in a world
That doesn’t pretend to know or understand.
Always writing, testing, writing, editing, writing…
One more time, one last time, come with me to see the ghosts of Huron,
The long boat’s crack and wreck feel the labor of silent men and women in a world
That doesn’t pretend to know or understand.
The quick squashing of ill rolled joints smoldering between prettily painted fingertips, the slush of clear filmy liquid capped with rusty sounding metal lids was quickly stuffed away behind flowing, bright material that draped her sister’s room.
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