A Half Strangled Crow Of Desire
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Trajectory
The moon tonight rose full, round, orange and warm over the hilltop. The next time I caught a glimpse it was higher, silver, colder, remote. You coming into, and going out of, my life. Everything's going to hurt for awhile yet.
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