collaborative poetry between zach pedigo and I:
Where does your mind wander?
of sand, of deserts, and strange men I ponder
each letter a grain, each man a book
each deed a stain, a life they foresook.
In the end what is known?
World's shall be shaken; tensions grown.
The ragged book, returned but words in your mind stay
yes, the hours it took, and those worlds hold their sway.
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