I, Elemental

One Part of a Whole

By Amos GladePublished 3 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Breathe, drink, burnt desires,

Solid ground can’t hold me down.

I, elemental.

nature poetry

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Amos Glade

Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.

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