Phade

Petrichor & Filth.

down the broad way do I go /young and unregretting, /wrap me in my vices up /virtue all forgetting, /greedier for all delight, /than heaven to enter in: /since the soul in me is dead, /better save the skin.

The Archpoet

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dogsitting: walking the pup to petsmart to get treats with the goddaughter, now a hoary age of thirteen. we’re walking through a street where fenced in backyards face the sidewalk. she looks over...