Strolling down
Bleeding Havoc Lane
Counting the
shattered porch lights
Awakened by the
mountains of trash
Recognizing the last
names on the mail boxes
Falling aluminum siding
Mesmerized by the
paint chips
Boarded up windows
Awkward silence
Desolate skeletons
in the mourning closets
Tortured furniture
is howling at midnight
Roots below the ground
remain pessimistic
Only whiskey pours
from the ancient faucets
Slowly I pull up to the
street sign
Eyeing up the tape covering
the name
Tearing it off like it’s a sore
underneath
Burnt Memories displayed
Invincible Verses 
Happy Thanksgiving Braeden! One of my most favorite poets! Hands down! It’s been awhile since I’ve been on so I pray that you are doing well! Much love to you and yours!
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Happy Thanksgiving Lady G! One of my favorite people, hope you are doing well. ❤️
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I am doing well, kind sir! LOL!!! Just super busy 🙂 I hope that I can begin to catch up with writing and reading soon 🙂
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That’s wonderful to hear and have faith in you! I will see you soon
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Awwww.. thanks!
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