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Spent all my days chasing ghosts in graveyards.
Tiny towns with welcome sign bullet holes.

I've had hands smash glass
and dreams and nightmares and the will
of a creaking screen door.

I've had my bones crushed and
cracked under the drunken pressure
of snarling assholes.

They would shout about things
they knew nothing about as they
kicked the shit out of me.

They still sleep well.

Raymond Strickland jr.