It's done,
the song has been sung.
It's over,
and time to move on.
The pain
Was it real?
Not really,felt like a dream,
about midnight
and now
the sun is shining, the day is bright,
and I have moved on.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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