Dreams by Gabrielle Tetreault at Spillwords.com



written by: Gabrielle Tetreault



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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