I laugh as I remove these trusty pair of glasses which have cradled me for as long as I can remember
Giving a continuous gift to those born without
The train bares down upon me
And at this moment I throw the gift back into the ethos
Finally.
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Comments1
wonderful imagery
thanks for sharing
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