spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
He came upon me one early evening as I lay with my head resting upon the bench, one hand clutched over my breast the other draped across my eyes. My heart was filled, as always, with love and longing. The many lonely nights ebbing… Continue Reading “Devil in the Details”
Poetry by Charles Joseph
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