A Half Strangled Crow Of Desire
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Progress I Guess
When I look back
from here
I can no longer see you
without straining,
it's as though I've traveled
around a bend in the road
and there is now
a stand of trees
between us.
You are no longer always
there.
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