Sculpting sand castles
molding the grains of his mind
within the beaches of his soul
Chancing it may be washed away
by a quickened
This thread has gotten tangled.
None of us have been both male and female, been in every circumstance, played every sport, fought in a war
Chance
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2020Syd2020 Today, 06:01 PMI like this, oddly enough I’m currently re-reading Corpus by Michael Symmons Roberts, and this collection features a few pieces on