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Two Paths To The Next by Kevin Crandall

The gravel, freezing

The coals, burning Demons hunt

They infiltrate

They poison so deeply that the only antidote is The gravel, freezing

Or the coals, burning

Darkness shrouds

It suffocates

It lays itself so heavily that the only escape is

The gravel, freezing

Or the coals, burning

Sadness numbs

It freezes

It burrows itself so thoroughly that the only solace is

The gravel, freezing

Or the coals, burning


Kevin Crandall is a 21 year old poet, philosopher, and journalist based in San Diego, California.  He utilizes the healing powers of poetry to work through emotions and cluttered thoughts.

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