day moon. . .she tells me once againit's over
This and the one that follows compliment each other so well. I think our poetry is a comfort in such situations - it softens the edges of a hard world? It helps distill things that are too large down to something more manageable.
day moon. . .
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it's over
This and the one that follows compliment each other so well. I think our poetry is a comfort in such situations - it softens the edges of a hard world? It helps distill things that are too large down to something more manageable.
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