words linger in mind
a shape scares crow
a form worn blind
a crown upon thorns
to be heard…
those who have crossed
do know
hell of a…
show! show it
the show!
must go
and so going on
two across
a constant
waste not
what wants a soul
“remember us”
dogs barking
just want to ‘go’…
.
.
.
it’s bigger than this
so I’ll be back…
dishes and all
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