Miles and miles.

Miles and miles I've walked not a rain cloud in sight, beneath these calloused feet lay dry the parched earth, till to knees I fall. Miles and miles, crawled palms red and bleeding till raw, unable to hold the weight of tears stings and burns like coal. Miles and miles. So long the march, lonesome... Continue Reading →

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