Between waves, under the moon’s light, after the passing of your smile into memory when the last silence falls and your voice is no longer heard over the shadows of the earth, when even the rain has stopped and my memory and my words and my arms and my hands that held you have fallenContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 5”
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