Poetry
Of Unseen Forces
by Gustave Deresse
2 min readMar 7, 2022
Pushing against my trajectory,
ire towards my actions,
felt in the base of the wind,
carried up my spine.
I am scabbed and beaten
at the heels.
Pushing against my trajectory,
ire towards my actions,
felt in the base of the wind,
carried up my spine.
I am scabbed and beaten
at the heels.
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