Trailer

Bent frame rusted,

And earthen crusted.

Broken door, windows busted.

A gateway to a different time.

Roaring fires,

And late night buyers.

Debauchery personified.

Submerged dreams,

Tantric screams.

Many nights spent together.

A memoriam to the past,

Of parties, we thought would always last.

Published by Jesse Breck

Jesse has been writing for over 15 years. He runs CopyThat. A website that offers his skills as a freelance writer. View all posts by Jesse Breck

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