#614

Mist-ery too foggy to see through.

#545

Macabre to the bone.

Rotten through.

#525

Ride with me through life's playgrounds.

#475

Anger cannot find its way through.

#457

After drinking, rivers run through me.

#446

Desire that burns holes through socks.

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Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Desire.

#395

The way through is there somewhere.

#367

Young adults questing through young lives.

#267

Smokers under cover stare through rain.

#250

I tumble onward through my life.

#189

He shoots right through tin stars.

#177

Thousands daily flooding through invisible borders.

#96

Crawling through tunnels, I found darkness.

#78

I inchmealed through, waterhole by waterhole.

#61

Fire eats and farts through life.