I'm sitting on the edge of the Caul-De-Sac Looking at one of my childhood homes on a dark, and cold, and crisp October night Back in 1995 My heart now roams ... There are hand prints in the cement on the driveway etched in the shadows messy writing in the cement bares a name of mine now fallow but I still know who she is and I'm looking outside and from within and now my brooding soul hovers In a shawl, black and knit feet one inch above the ground under street lights dim and lit... The centered street light bathes me in a familiar orange dim and a crows' perched on the rim silently he stares me down as my face bleeds a dripping frown like black slate running down my cheeks this is the greatest, deepest grief Grieving for all that was I tried so hard to make it last even though I barely grasped my vibrance, muf...
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