Of Inner Friends

Jan 5, 2022
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Updated: Jan 12, 2022

Whether a thousand shattered windows

or a hundred whispered words

My grief stood mute and molten

Soft beckoning tomb

hand in hand in hemlock

And lay our heads upon the shore

Never alone again, I swore.

I will hold you.

Sleep Amor

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