At Sunset
Your death must be loved this much. You have to know the grief—now. Standing by the water’s edge, looking down at the wave touching you. You have to lie, stiff, arms folded, on a heap of earth and see how far the darkness…
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If there is no cure, I still want to correct a few things and think mostly of people, and have them all alive. I want a door opening in me that I can enter and feel the clarity of evening and the stars beginning.…
4 tygodnie temu