Echoes
I walked to my car in the dark smelling
wet grass and corn silks and lighter fluid.
One white plastic knife on the dark path
proved it wasn't my imagination.
I walked to my car in the dark smelling
wet grass and corn silks and lighter fluid.
One white plastic knife on the dark path
proved it wasn't my imagination.
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This is really quite haunting - and a strong image of something so small.
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