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AFTERMATH
I don't recall the nights being this quiet around here
there's no one to talk with past 10pm.
me and my imagination
of course that other mind upstairs
rarely daydreams of beautiful women or vacation adventures anymore
no it's always something dark.
I'm back in the war and we are ducking behind a smoldering automobile
i'm wrapping duct tape around a woman's leg
as her makeshift bandages soak through.
the plane's engine cuts out somewhere over the atlantic
and I wake up just before we crash into the water.
maybe the nights aren't as quiet as I thought they were,
that's why I don't go out on the town much anymore.
© Edward Storm
there's no one to talk with past 10pm.
me and my imagination
of course that other mind upstairs
rarely daydreams of beautiful women or vacation adventures anymore
no it's always something dark.
I'm back in the war and we are ducking behind a smoldering automobile
i'm wrapping duct tape around a woman's leg
as her makeshift bandages soak through.
the plane's engine cuts out somewhere over the atlantic
and I wake up just before we crash into the water.
maybe the nights aren't as quiet as I thought they were,
that's why I don't go out on the town much anymore.
© Edward Storm
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