Dreams
written by: Gabrielle Tetreault
@tetreault.gabrielle
What ravage is done in London
As they grow pretty sexually.
Souls burdened with desire
And weeping internally, are abandoned.
Beauty is lost, and passing dreams flee.
As the wall crumbles
I am humbled, thinking
Idols are made of clay.
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