Asifa died in January
it was April when I learned
it is always already too late
We walk alone to the river
to the horse, to our homes
our thoughts catching
on branches of doubt
of light, rupture our
cruel, fool-ish world
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easy like Sunday mornings
Life was easy today. Being honest so I don't get more undue credit. We stocked up on food for the week, and then... headed for the beach...
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