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Dirt
1.Dirt
Staring down at three fresh mounds of soil
Rain running down the collar of my shirt
Tears gently rolling down across my cheeks
As I stare uncomprehending at the dirt
Three lives gone, taken from me forever
Leaving behind, a shell of a man and a mountain of hurt
Lost in my memories and my inner thoughts
Staring blankly at the freshly turned dirt
I silentl...
Sunday 23rd October 2016 5:42 pm
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