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Jan 2020
driving down a road
flying
black crows
alone
all i see
grave stones
i cannot scream
a
****** stream
horrible scene
heavy smog
fog
downedΒ Β logs
falling frogs
hairless dogs
attacking
a dream
a dead deer
blood smears
devil appears
his fires
landscape
seared
a dream
it's dark
black
light
lacked
a snack
fighting back
the pack
stepping on the cracks
they keep coming back
flashbacks
a dream
was
not wanted
constantly
it haunted
it taunted
in a place
life
not a trace
null space
no flowers
In
a vase

a dream
maybe
Mark Tilford
Written by
Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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