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Holy Days by Jeremiah Walton

Planning revolutions in bars
Sucking on America’s bruises,
A sweet taste
we forgot how to worship.


My temple is my
environment. &
it is
always… 50 more words

Poetry

Ghosts by Jeremiah Walton

I was a ghost last night.


a ghost of a whisper
a ghost of a warm whisper
ghost of a breath’s warm whisper birthing ghosts… 134 more words

Poetry