Gutter: Snipe: Pimp

Third step to Madness. Confusion contusion, Arms caught in the door, Fingers stuck in the floor, “I’m homeless and it’s war!” We didn’t get old with the band of gold, Not to the end, my first friend. Turtle dove, My first love Military Hardship, my correction, No direction, No reflection. You left too soon. IContinue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”