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2005-01-22 10:31 PM 3-minute poem mourning snowfall
will it be every year around This Time that the grief floats down, soft and insistent, gripping every waiting surface with unseen crystalline claws, accumulating in fresh heaps for all the world to see? i fall down into its stinging embrace, flail about, and look for the imprint of an angel to guide me onward. for dad, 5/14/47 - 1/28/03 Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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