Change is dawning

Leaves in Independence Iowa seem drier, Morning is coming brief but later, Dusk is arriving sooner, Dew covering the grass, Moisure upon the hood of my Chevy, Age like a sluggish snake is nearer, I love fall’s smell, Miss family and old friends, I want back what my half sister raped me of, I wantContinue reading “Change is dawning”

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