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187.94 Miles

Bells toll at noon

on a rainy Monday,

dread seeps through my pores,

into my bones.

I weep for

the creaking porch and chairs,

the gentle rock back and forth,

the crisp air.

At last I found my place,

but it is not here.

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barry-pietrantonio

30 / M / American

Published: Oct 14, 2017
LinesWords: 1044

Notes: Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Tags: #home #distance #peace

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