Trenches
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They are like trenches
Where I can hide
I can put up my fences
And feel safe inside
In each one I took shelter
From the bullets that rained
While my real wounds sweltered
The Hike:
The sun is shining, but your sight is bleak.
Stepping over stiff’s, as if they are a pieces of dog crap on the side of the shallow creek.
