The Trunk
Their fingerprints and DNA are on all the picturesin the trunk, and sometimes, when I look out the windowto see the setting sun, I can hear thembehind me,rustling, trying to make new heatin their...
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We fight to cling to the ghosts of ghosts Wonder what combination of thoughts, memories, smells and tastes can form the proper recipe less we regret our mistakes, our missteps, and our fowl words....
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Thanks Qui for reading and commenting. Your comment was a poem in itself. I appreciate your kind words.Jane
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I played with this some - hope you don't mind. Their fingerprints, DNA are on the photos, sometimes, when I look out the window to see the setting sun, I can hear them behind me: they rustle to make...
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