I've been in a submarine the past decade
Drowning in darkness
Jack rolled down the hill and Jim came tumbling after
A Pint half empty, lonely and longing to be filled
Always had the thumb out, but never acknowledged
Just roadkill again
In a nest above, an eaglet, barely alive opens his beak
As he smells something in the air
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Author:
Augie (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Truly superb. You evoke emotion in the scene.
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