having
a
dream
is
proof
that
you
still
believe
that
tomorrow
is
worth
moving
towards
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin3 days ago in Fiction
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But my dream is to die 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Jokes aside, your poem is extremely powerful. Loved it!