talking to the dead
March 26, 2017
From the darkened wood
I walk
to that hellish place where i once stood
I talk
the ghost of Chris past
is there
my future
He mocks
alcohol and dope
will be
my whips and stocks
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Christopher Caldwell
If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you