Dead Women Poem by James McLain

Dead Women

'Dead women, they haunt the bars, the streets, my bed. Memories of broken bottles and cigarette burns.
You never escape their shadows; they cling like smoke to an old suit.
They're quiet now, but the silence screams louder than any of their words ever could. Life is uglier.'

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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