ghost town
the wind whistles
through my bones
summer beach the naked truth
the stories
family photographs
don’t tell
ghost town
the wind whistles
through my bones
summer beach the naked truth
the stories
family photographs
don’t tell
summer tennis . . .
he’s still wearing his socks
after taking them off
uptown street
the breeder’s dog walks with
a price tag unseen
county fair
scents of cotton candy
and animal barns
faith in humanity
my long list of
passwords
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