One night I had an uneasy dream
I was at Mother's Wake
A woman entered the viewing room
I wanted to scream
It was my Deceased Mother
Followed by her Dead Sister Stella
A third woman without a face
Carried a black violin and...
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I live in a drywall box
Sitting alone staring at my clocks
With landscape art hanging all around me
It’s no wonder inspiration has finally found me
One day my mind forced my hand to start writing
About my parents in Hea...
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