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He said it again, slower this time
I stood there staring at the pile
I came back from Santa Fe on a Sun
The gravel crunched under my boots
I leaned against the counter and h
The phone kept buzzing.
The tracker sat on the coffee tabl
The silence after the call was hea
I was not letting them win.
The morning sun touched the scorch
The courtroom smelled like old pap
The words hung in the air like fro
“The road… it’s township pro
The echo of my own voice still hun
The room didn’t just shift — i
