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Hung Up

   She reminded me recently how easily it was To get tangled up in the bad stuff. We were fishing. Not a normal pursuit, But one I loved and Asked her for. Now a wad of line and a bent … Continue reading

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Just a game

I long to tell a grand story though, The insides of the insides go lacking. The days are shortening in which myself Begins to see myself miserably cracking. A boy of seven stands stiffly peering Eight would not be justice … Continue reading

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