“Shaking limbs, quaking boots; we can’t take no substitutes.” The final push is in our mind. We leave the sodden trench behind. @130story
“Shaking limbs, quaking boots; we can’t take no substitutes.” The final push is in our mind. We leave the sodden trench behind. @130story
He came across a crowded place
and hungered for the barren space
where he could be alone again
and waste away in his domain
@130story