four years

i sit and stare out the window

stare out the window at the brown dead grass

the dirty snow melting into muddy slush

the mud that is criss-crossed and destroyed with ruts and tire tracks

the empty field, still as a body in a coffin

and the darkening blue sky beneath the pale sun that sets above the mountains

and i think about endings

ender

VT

18 years old

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    singing a song of emotions that i do not know

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