Feist of a shoulder shrug

Light up dials
numbers
gauges
smells of brass
hospital sages

Pine tree sap
green aged moss
heavy are the casualties
that words and bullets cost

slept the car ride
blinked the years
life moved on
release these fears

remembered early morning songs
she hummed into the windows fog

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