By: Nadine Nabass September 1, 2018August 28, 2018 Poetryclandestine wishes, defeat, family, fate, filth Clandestine Wishes I want to plant greatness within the garden that is you sunlight, warmth and summer rains yet I spit maggots and moss wet rot sinking into black sand I guess some things were just meant for filth Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related