Wet Concrete

An unwanted reminder

By Algernon LockePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

(Where I Cannot Follow.)

I'd have never guessed.

Our names written in concrete,

Became our gravestone.

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Algernon Locke

Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.

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Wet Concrete

An unwanted reminder

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