Day 1663, spilled.

From the clothespins

that are left

I can see

where you had your thought

hanging

to dry

~

I hope the blood stains

came out

Day 1297, thoughts.

Day 1297.jpg

Its the dirt road

at my house

in the morning

that I drive

on

~

where they stare

at me

each day

~

if I stop

to look closer

they run

cowardly

~

like sheep

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