Baltimore.
Baltimore.
Met him there,
beefcake type,
more hard brawn
than soft brain.
Yet there was
that aspect
of him that
haunted at
nights after
he went back
home to his
wife and his
other life.
Opened up,
and spat out,
chewed upon,
left alone,
far too much,
all too long.
poem by Terry Collett
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