I exist in a place of confusion; perspiration has the scent of chaos.
My father visits my dreams, but he doesn’t recognize me.
The ebb and flow of warnings erode the existence of time.
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Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones
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