Breath
thrown outside
bequeathed to us
peace.
swarm music
rest sharp
in the flush
of stillness
_
thrown outside
bequeathed to us
peace.
swarm music
rest sharp
in the flush
of stillness
_
the next time I see you
I guess I'm at that stage where I'm telling random people that my mom died. As I was checking in my luggage at the airport, the de...
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