Gripped on a slippery soul,
waiting on one loved
to settle in a hollow hole.
In the fallen mist of dead,
the words are taken
straight out of their head.
The press of the Never Woken
go seamlessly ‘cross the Mighty Wide
without the utter of word spoken.
A great write. A
A great write. A masterpiece.
*~Be Legendary ~ Ian Mascoe*
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