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Feist of a shoulder shrug
Light up dials
numbers
gauges
smells of brass
hospital sages
Pine tree sap
green aged moss
heavy are the casualties
that words and bullets cost
slept the car ride
blinked the years
life moved on
release these fears
remembered early morning songs
she hummed into the windows fog
numbers
gauges
smells of brass
hospital sages
Pine tree sap
green aged moss
heavy are the casualties
that words and bullets cost
slept the car ride
blinked the years
life moved on
release these fears
remembered early morning songs
she hummed into the windows fog
Published 10th Jan 2020
Author's Note
This is really just a combination of childhood memories, the current, and beautiful fictional memories I'm unable to shake off.
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11th Jan 2020 1:26am
11th Jan 2020 2:31pm
This is dreamy and takes me back to another lifetime; one where, as a product of the military, we were on the road as much as we were settled down it seemed. Have lots of poetry about those treks indeed.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for sharing.
11th Jan 2020 10:08pm
