The next three posts were written while listening to a morning and afternoon filled with Chris Stapleton's tunes. They are raw and hardcore. The verses fall like acid rain, and burn like salt in an open wound. But that's okay. I knew what I was getting when I 'pulled the trigger.' Sometimes it's surprising what you find when you pry the lid off your heartaches. No apologies. Just a little sip of sour wine.
~ James
Thursday, April 23, 2020
Winding Road Ahead~~
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Thursday, April 23, 2020
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