Room four zero four

The title was missing. but I didn’t care there was nothing to write of and ​I wasn’t there ​who saw me then when men sleep? did I dream of the widow as I watched her weep for the sons that had passed or the dreams she would ​keep? the title meant nothing anyway it was…

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Saint George

  The cross that’s carved deep because we have to keep a memento.   but I know without seeing that someone is keying the code in forever sticking the nails in.   Have you been to the place beyond the place where you think you can’t face it?   it’s somewhere behind me, waiting to…

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