The sound of our sin
Echoes through
This hollow town
But our punishment
Never came
So we wonder
Aimlessly
Through the hell
We created
For ourselves
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoetryA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
Echoes
The sound of our sin
Echoes through
This hollow town
But our punishment
Never came
So we wonder
Aimlessly
Through the hell
We created
For ourselves