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“yeah… I’m gone” reads the text….
the bugled cadence of a tune I’d never heard before speaks reverence
the song echoes across the parade fields in waves of sound barrier deliverance
and as he walked in the door with a knock knock knock and a smile
his dissipation conveys all the unnecessary utterances of self exposure required for these types of departures
he’s careful to leave no trace of himself behind but the smell of skin in the room
I’ve had far too much to drink this weekend and knowing the ramifications of this
I’ll curl up content with the pocket book notions that all we can be to each other is shadows and dust
it’s never a beginning or an end with him
it’s always sediment styled granular grey
it’s the simplicity of the blacks and whites
it’s the color of him each time he’s left the room for the first time

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Joined March 2009

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an old friend deployed today…

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