Poems by Drew Gold

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  • Transfixed by the movements, the musical vibrance,
    We move to the tune of invisible sirens...

  • Seemingly determined to
    assimilate eternity...

  • And as the shivering woman looks down
    with broken heart and broken spirit...

  • I don't really remember whether it was just last...
    or another night that passed like light through...