Open Streets (Carrer del Tiradors)

• Post By: Jason Santo
• Date: June 14, 2016
• Category: verse

Come on all you ghosts. Lurk not in shadow, but sing wild requiem in an ethereal throat that echoes like moonlight off the weathered gray stone of Godhouses. Dreams wither and bloom in the clear dry of evening, reason expiates action, a deft caress, a tongue lash, a glimpse of softer flesh; the weight everlasting […]

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