Poems from segmcgunderson

The Journey Back  is an interesting one miles of walking on  tired, callused, bloodied feet. treading back over  that eroded ground.    We...
  Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung and everyone else looming above...
  i met the devil last night she wore my face and had slinked on my body like a coat she looked like myself, though a few years younger...
I am from the cold worries of winter, From that gnawing permanence  And the rejoice of warm spring. I am from the two venus violets. (...
Alright, sweetheart. What’s this about acting the victim, Again? Your dress is stained, my dear, And your hair a rat’s nest.  Who let you...

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