Jan 2019
Of splintered miles
and distant plumes
of prayers left idle
down mossy smith
To look back on the
lies of my kin...
A defiled fender
and dissonance
a street light flickers
down mossy smith
The masquerade
and distant plumes
of prayers left idle
down mossy smith
To look back on the
lies of my kin...
A defiled fender
and dissonance
a street light flickers
down mossy smith
The masquerade
Mossy smith is a road I used to live off of and its a rite of passage I never took when running away from home
