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Jun 2020
I know the sound.  of a lonely highway.  
it is a hymn.  a longing for meaning.

a prayer answered.  mysteriously.
I walked that way before.  

scuffed my knees.  on broken glass.
a green beer bottle.  in the gutter.

I bled.  for my belief.
in something more.

I wear my soul.
on the outside.

reveal my stains.
a purple heart.

to everyone.
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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