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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February 23, 2015 by tales0397
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