Archive for September, 2017

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September 30, 2017

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Into the Sun

September 24, 2017

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Insensate

September 23, 2017

If only we loved when the flowers
were old and dark, whispering of the sun
to the pall of winter itself,
our time would not be like icicles
that twist in the shadows.
The snow would not be piled,
insensate, like memories.