February 23, 2015 by tales0397
Junkyard Carcasses Litter The Open Field, Each With A Lost Memory Of The Other, As I Turn My Key One Last Time To The Off position And Walk Away Crying
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Posted in Poetry | Tagged Death, Life, Other, Pain | Leave a Comment
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