My First and Last War PoemWhen he came back from the war, all he saw was shrapnel. Not like the sort on the battlefield, at home there were no bodies, there was no thick sticky blood on his hand,My First and Last War Poem
She stood at the beach, brushed back a strand of hair a jellyfish washed onto shore. She knew only the dead were that clear and it reminded her of the poisonings: dead cats and dogs curled in balls along the sidewalk after some jerk littered the doorsteps steaks marinated in cyanide.
instead, he watched his family, watched himself at the dinner table as if he weren't even e
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keeps me up all night, up all night
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All work and no play will make you the wealthiest person in the cemetery.
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Thank you all for the
* "Now I crave emptiness and tidiness, but I can't achieve it." - James May
* "Grin and don't get involved in life"
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my collections: NYC '07 and NYC '09
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