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2/20/14
BlackCircle
Charlotte, NC Posts: 371
It was winter, close to spring.
Days would break weather, but chill found shadows.
Air crisp enough for long whistles...
...perhaps not crisp enough.
In nightmares, I hear the crack of lightning & wake drenched in fear,
soaked in repetitive skips.
The hallway light back lighting.
Sadness waves fall around.
The clapboards snap & splinters pierce the air.
Her picture is clear & hauntingly silent,
glowing here in the darkness.
Dylan spins in the other room, softly.
"You're gonna make me lonesome when you go."
(rest in peace Sarah Jones: Tough Like a Giraffe)
Days would break weather, but chill found shadows.
Air crisp enough for long whistles...
...perhaps not crisp enough.
In nightmares, I hear the crack of lightning & wake drenched in fear,
soaked in repetitive skips.
The hallway light back lighting.
Sadness waves fall around.
The clapboards snap & splinters pierce the air.
Her picture is clear & hauntingly silent,
glowing here in the darkness.
Dylan spins in the other room, softly.
"You're gonna make me lonesome when you go."
(rest in peace Sarah Jones: Tough Like a Giraffe)
I'm like a tab
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