Utopia reeked of many things;
namely, selfishness. And why not?
They were happy. All of them were happy.
But among the riches, and fame, and sex,
among bared teeth, quivering, ready tongues, and glad masses of bodies;
they were still missing each other
no end in sight and
no pride sore enough to make their poverty known.
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Slow Burn: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis collection examines things like slow descents, passion and things that fizzle out quickly.
