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DanHale74 09 Jan 2014 Tag: loss

A 41

Goal in time: Glint, Rasp... Not the same. Plans: Hotel Rooms, Midnight drives... The Cinching Knot. The Jagged Groove: Your wrist, my own... utter space. Leaving soon: Your sight, always there... Time has stopped. Remembering

Ein Soph
Ein Soph 10 Sep 2011 Tag: loss

A unearthed

How often I’ve walked the moon among your words stoically carved, dated, trying to pick their sounds from the ground to free my pain from your gentle-- release your petals into the night sky, beyond the dead horizon where the birds used to fly. free those tender...

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