Nothing could replace
That bedroom floor
Nothing could replace
What the fight was for

Fall lounge scents
Dark terrors
Which the night
Is full of

Smells of blankets
Clean and smothering
That peaceful pressure
Dull and withering

Gone, gone
And gone

Not knowing
That not all
That is valuable
Is silver and gold

Only caring
For those vices
That we now deem
Valorious and old

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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