Pamplemousse: A Writer's Playspace
Poetry by Cynthia McGean
Sunday, October 2, 2016
future past perfect: a prophecy
when you get lost in the forest
you will be
barefoot
you will have
no armor
you will
strip naked
and enter the darkest of caves
with nothing
but a flickering torch
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