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"Letters Home"

As the sun goes down over the town and into the sea. I can hear the sounds of cars on the streets stories below you and me. As I sit here and play these things with strings plastic hearts in hand. Hard wood floors and white couch is our home for now. Tomorrow and the next day with all these letters home. Sitting in my room smell of Cancun wafts in and I cant get to sleep. Mariachi blown in try to deal with this sin try to drink myself to sleep. Ain’t seeing any chance of change. I’m ready to ride out the mistakes. Maybe tomorrow or maybe the next day. So one more round before I go. Bound for home to say hello to everything I’ve left behind. The closer I get the problems persist and the story book ending does not exist. The thought alone has me shaking. So I pull off the road turn around and off I go. Back away again rather grab a pen and send this letter home. All these letters home.

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