every breath a bead in an endless strand
"I'm not sure about all this, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
concreteplain gray highwaywoven across the landiri...
nothingsweet empty skynot a care in the worlda dee...
Crashing against concrete, a tanker's oily wake sm...
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Sonnet for the Son I Never Had
stark beauty laid bare
no cherished heart of silence
no season's hallmark
just love that dances barefoot
in the middle of the air