This Town Needs Guns
Zebra
Caught forever on paper torn tethered,time sends its regards from pictures that never sawthe light of day.Just tucked in a box and hoarded awayso that eyes could never gaze upon faces of old.Memories that I had longed to hold.So hold me now,that I am not strong enough to hold myself.I am old enough now to know better than to bare my cross alone.
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